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Each reality is a separate game.
At an enterprise, in a country, in an anthill.
A game of silence, or of words
According to the role assigned to the player.
To the sculptor the toy is pliant clay,
To the clown — poses and grimaces,
To the leader — an obedient person,
To the politician — the people’s masses.
A special art — to switch places,
Voluntarily or under pressure,
Peacefully or with battles —
When the toy plays with the owner.