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Mid wastes of Africa a wanderer sped:
He found no pathway; night was now afield
Through clouds no stealthy glimmer was revealed;
Craving the moon, he made the grass his bed

Цырюльник, Мида брив, под колпаком осетил,
Чего никто попрежде не приметил:
Имеет пышный Мид
Ушей ословых вид