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Bernard Louedin. Wonders of thinking
Today, I see a particularly sad is your opinion
And especially thin hands, hugging his knees.
Listen: far, far away, on Lake Chad
Wanders giraffe.
He gracefulness and bliss given,
And his hide adorned with a magical design
With that dares to be only the moon,
Fractions and bouncing on the wetness of the wide lake.
In the distance he looks like the colored sails of a ship,
And his gait is smooth as a joyous bird flight.
I know that a lot of wonderful sees the earth,
When at sunset he hides in a marble grotto.
I know funny tales of mysterious lands
About the black maiden, about the passion of the young leader,
But you have too long inhaled the heavy mist,
You do not want to believe in something, but the rain.
And I'll tell you about a tropical garden,
About slender palm trees, the scent of inconceivable herbs ...
You cry? Listen ... well, on Lake Chad
Wanders giraffe.
Gumilev
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