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15
PLAYTHINGS
The streets are full of human toys,
Wound up for threescore years;
Their springs are hungers, hopes and joys,
And jealousies and fears.
Wound up for threescore years;
Their springs are hungers, hopes and joys,
And jealousies and fears.
They move their eyes, their lips, their hands;
They are marvellously dressed;
And here my body stirs or stands,
A plaything like the rest.
They are marvellously dressed;
And here my body stirs or stands,
A plaything like the rest.
The toys are played with till they fall,
Worn out and thrown away.
Why were they ever made at all?
Who sits to watch the play?
Worn out and thrown away.
Why were they ever made at all?
Who sits to watch the play?
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