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The little boy pressed his face against the window pane and looked out	A
at the bright sunshiny morning The cobble stones of the square	B
glistened like mica In the trees a breeze danced and pranced	A
and shook drops of sunlight like falling golden coins into the brown water	C
of the canal Down stream slowly drifted a long string of galliots	D
piled with crimson cheeses The little boy thought they looked as if	E
they were roc's eggs blocks of big ruby eggs He said 'Oh ' with delight	A
and pressed against the window with all his might	A
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The golden cock on the top of the Stadhuis' gleamed His beak was open	F
like a pair of scissors and a narrow piece of blue sky was wedged in it	A
'Cock a doodle do ' cried the little boy 'Can't you hear me	G
through the window Gold Cocky Cock a doodle do You should crow	H
when you see the eggs of your cousin the great roc ' But the golden cock	I
stood stock still with his fine tail blowing in the wind	A
He could not understand the little boy for he said 'Cocorico'	I
when he said anything But he was hung in the air to swing not to sing	I
His eyes glittered to the bright West wind and the crimson cheeses	D
drifted away down the canal	J
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It was very dull there in the big room Outside in the square the wind	A
was playing tag with some fallen leaves A man passed with a dogcart	A
beside him full of smart new milkcans They rattled out a gay tune	K
'Tiddity tum ti ti Have some milk for your tea Cream for your coffee	G
to drink to night thick and smooth and sweet and white '	-
and the man's sabots beat an accompaniment 'Plop trop milk for your tea	G
Plop trop drink it to night ' It was very pleasant out there	B
but it was lonely here in the big room The little boy gulped at a tear	B
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It was queer how dull all his toys were They were so still	L
Nothing was still in the square If he took his eyes away a moment	A
it had changed The milkman had disappeared round the corner	C
there was only an old woman with a basket of green stuff on her head	A
picking her way over the shiny stones But the wind pulled the leaves	D
in the basket this way and that and displayed them to beautiful advantage	M
The sun patted them condescendingly on their flat surfaces and they seemed	A
sprinkled with silver The little boy sighed as he looked at his disordered	A
toys on the floor They were motionless and their colours were dull	N
The dark wainscoting absorbed the sun There was none left for toys	D
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The square was quite empty now Only the wind ran round and round it	A
spinning Away over in the corner where a street opened into the square	B
the wind had stopped Stopped running that is for it never	C
stopped spinning It whirred and whirled and gyrated and turned	A
It burned like a great coloured sun It hummed and buzzed and sparked	A
and darted There were flashes of blue and long smearing lines of saffron	F
and quick jabs of green And over it all was a sheen like a myriad	A
cut diamonds Round and round it went the huge wind wheel	O
and the little boy's head reeled with watching it The whole square	B
was filled with its rays blazing and leaping round after one another	C
faster and faster The little boy could not speak he could only gaze	D
staring in amaze	D
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The wind wheel was coming down the square Nearer and nearer it came	P
a great disk of spinning flame It was opposite the window now	Q
and the little boy could see it plainly but it was something more	R
than the wind which he saw A man was carrying a huge fan shaped frame	P
on his shoulder and stuck in it were many little painted paper windmills	D
each one scurrying round in the breeze They were bright and beautiful	N
and the sight was one to please anybody and how much more a little boy	S
who had only stupid motionless toys to enjoy	S
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The little boy clapped his hands and his eyes danced and whizzed	A
for the circling windmills made him dizzy Closer and closer	C
came the windmill man and held up his big fan to the little boy	S
in the window of the Ambassador's house Only a pane of glass	D
between the boy and the windmills They slid round before his eyes	D
in rapidly revolving splendour There were wheels and wheels of colours	D
big little thick thin all one clear perfect spin The windmill vendor	C
dipped and raised them again and the little boy's face was glued	A
to the window pane Oh What a glorious wonderful plaything	I
Rings and rings of windy colour always moving How had any one ever preferred	A
those other toys which never stirred 'Nursie come quickly Look	I
I want a windmill See It is never still You will buy me one won't you	T
I want that silver one with the big ring of blue '	-
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So a servant was sent to buy that one silver ringed with blue	T
and smartly it twirled about in the servant's hands as he stood a moment	A
to pay the vendor Then he entered the house and in another minute	A
he was standing in the nursery door with some crumpled paper on the end	A
of a stick which he held out to the little boy 'But I wanted a windmill	L
which went round ' cried the little boy 'That is the one you asked for	R
Master Charles ' Nursie was a bit impatient she had mending to do	T
'See it is silver and here is the blue ' 'But it is only a blue streak '	-
sobbed the little boy 'I wanted a blue ring and this silver	C
doesn't sparkle ' 'Well Master Charles that is what you wanted	A
now run away and play with it for I am very busy '	-
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The little boy hid his tears against the friendly window pane On the floor	R
lay the motionless crumpled bit of paper on the end of its stick	I
But far away across the square was the windmill vendor with his big wheel	O
of whirring splendour It spun round in a blaze like a whirling rainbow	H
and the sun gleamed upon it and the wind whipped it until it seemed	A
a maze of spattering diamonds 'Cocorico ' crowed the golden cock	I
on the top of the Stadhuis' 'That is something worth crowing for '	-
But the little boy did not hear him he was sobbing over the crumpled	A
bit of paper on the floor	R

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