Day after day around the
Water-mill of life we go
As donkeys.
Yet were are happy so.
Yet we are honored so.
Thinker deep laugh wise.
Round, round, round,
The mill stone of Time
Grinds the centuries.
You love the donkeys.
We humans go like them
In the respect described.
And that is no disrespect
But honor for us
Humans and donkeys.
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