* * * My Prairies And My Jungle
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My Prairies And My Jungle
When that we were favourites of sky and heavens...
When that we were favourites of prairies and jungle...
When that we were happy. We thought to another neither...
Then we were able to cry and laughter... Smiled each other...
Now my wolves get accustomed of collars- skins-colour's...
Now even the dogs escape from the house to the far-forest...
And small sparrows have started to fly in warm to the country...
But starlings and swallows remained to me of winter's nests...
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