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| saw a tea vendor run past the window; | saw tall trees flash past, , Faster than fairies, faster than witches,, Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches;, , And charging along like troops in a battle,, , All through the meadows the horses and cattle:, , All of the sights of the hill and the plain s, Fly as thick as driving rain; >, And ever again, in the wink of an eye, w, , Painted stations whistle by., Here is a child who clambers and scrambles,, All by himself and gathering brambles; a,