Feed sugar beets to the white horse,
Dance on the blue mountain,
Talk beneath the lamp
On a winter evening.
Let the little horse
Draw your grandfather up to the moon.
A kind man guides his wagon.
You are not sorry.
Your red cap and pug nose
Prepare you to tackle anything.
What do you have to know?
Only this. Let a tree grow in your mind,
Follow the footprints
Leading up to the sky. It is your life
Ahead of you.
Wonderful!
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