| In hops slightly,
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| I ruled the forest.
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| Not tired yet -
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| Sang for health.
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| And I could sing
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| Songs are absurd:
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| "How I loved you
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| Black eyes…"
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| They trudged, then rushed, then trotted.
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| And the horse threw swamp slime in my face.
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| Only I will swallow saliva along with the mud,
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| I'll twist the damask at the throat - and tighten it again:
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| "Black eyes!
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| How I loved you…”
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| But - I finished off what I had in store for the future.
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| shook his head,
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| For the bliss to fly
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| And looked around -
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| And whistled already:
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| The forest is a wall ahead - the wall does not let in, -
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| The horses are spinning with their ears, they are fed back.
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| Where is the gap, where is the gap - you can’t see a damn thing!
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| They prick me with needles, they get me to the bones.
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| You are my root
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| Help me out, brother!
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| Where are you, dear, -
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| Why back?!
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| Rain - like poison from the branches -
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| Smell bad.
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| Tow my
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| The wolf dived under the groin.
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| Here is a drunken fool, here he poured his eyes!
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| After all, death has come, and not being able to run, -
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| An ace was stolen from my deck,
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| Yes, such an ace, without which - death!
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| I yell to the wolves:
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| "Take your ashes..."
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| For now, horses
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| Drives fear.
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| I move with a whip -
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| Beau twisted
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| And yelling besides:
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| "Black eyes!.."
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| Snoring, yes stomp, yes clang, yes dashing dance -
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| Dancing bells are played from an arc.
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| Oh, you are my horses, I will destroy you, -
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| Take out, friends, take out, enemies!
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| ... From that chase
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| Even the hops are gone.
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| We are on a steep ridge -
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| On the same axles
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| In flakes of foam we are
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| The jets poured into the ridge, -
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| Rested, hoarse
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| Yes, they cleared their throats.
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| I'm slaughtered horses that they didn't let down,
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| Bowed to the hooves, to the very ground,
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| He threw the bag off the cart, led him to the occasion ...
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| God save you, horses, that I'm walking whole! |