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People are used to call me Valerie. |
But quite often I cast glance at sky, |
Who am I in fact - I don't know... |
And remember how many miracles |
I am teaching some people mathematics, |
To be hiding in world all around - |
And I'm teaching my children to live, |
And I'm eager to find all of them! |
Being conscious that all it is vain. |
Then I feel that I'm filled with curiosity, |
And I have my husband beloved: |
Just the same, which disturbed me in childhood, |
We fall out or kiss one another - |
Forced me climb through the bottom of gate |
We have no the golden mean. |
For to run far away from my home, |
Both parents of mine are alive - |
Ordered me to dip step by step |
I ask Lord to prolong their days... |
In the river up to my head's crown |
I like both music and poetry, |
For to see how fishes are there? |
And create songs and verces myself; |
I am ready to put Devi's question: |
I'm enjoying the drawing too. |
What significance has Universal |
That's my usual life: I cook, |
Overflowing with various wonders? |
And do rooms, wash the dishes and launder, |
And while questions don't cease to arise |
Do my shoppings and plant the garden |
I consider myself a happy human. |
Therefore I feel often fatigue... |
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