A blind horse stood among the trees of fortune,
And hearts leapt for the hearts to live among the apes;
When we strolled according to ways known to man,
The animals of water that once could take no liquid
Drank their fill from the oceanic masses as if they were real.
Water was inside and land fats began,
When the wooden animals soothed us in the sun.
Going on ahead, the trees of fortune understood
The relief, so they were no longer afflicted.
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