Rumble, rumble, rumble, goes the packed cart
Tumble, tumble, tumble, goes the boy's heart
And despite my fear of his dirt and size
There was something more in him we despised
Some reflection of self we did not know
Ego and superego in turmoil contending
For a better throne, a better history to know
Than this broken man behind the rumbling cart
His...
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