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A man came through our town once,
When we asked him who he was,
He simply said:
He was a man of few words,
But the few words that he did have were the right ones.
Noname would point at the wildflowers in the field and name everyone,
He could point out and name all of the constellations in the night sky.
When people in the people in the town got sick,
Noname would diagnose them pointing to the relevant organ and naming the ailment.
Noname was with us for about a year,
During the summer holiday,
Some of us children would follow him.
For the others,
It was just a game,
But I was his shadow,
His student,
I wanted to hear all of the names
That emerged from the mouth of the man with no name.

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