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Мечты

Za bezpańskim, zniszczonym barakiem,
Tam, gdzie ostał się płot przekrzywiony,
Stary gawron, z obdartym żebrakiem,
O zachwytach, prowadził rozmowy.

Przyjaciele, od lat byli szczerzy,
Gawron mówił i drżał ze wzruszenia,
Że gdy spał, pośród ruin, na wieży,
Niebywałe zobaczył widzenia.

W locie bardzo wysokim i śmiałym,
Nie pamiętał o smutkach ich bytu
I łabędziem był, dumnym i białym,
Żebrak księciem zaś, godnym zachwytu.

Żebrak płakał bezsilnie i głucho,
Ciężka noc się na ziemię spuszczała,
Przechodząca w pobliżu starucha,
Bojaźliwie i szybko żegnała.

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