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В брюках вырос корнеплод
Очень девки полюбили
К нему лазить в огород!
Who does not love wine, women, and song,
Remains a fool his whole life long.
-- Johann Heinrich Voss
Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art!
Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.
Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart,
Vulture, whose wings are dull realities?
How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise?
Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering
To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies,
Albeit he soared with an undaunte
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