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Then there's aestheticparadox Which notes that someone else's tragedyOften strikes the casual viewerWith the feeling of happiness.There was the sight of squatters' shacks,Naked children and lean dogs runningOn what looked like a town dump,The smallest one hopping after them on crutches.All of a sudden we were in a tunnel.The wheels ground our thoughts,