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What is the meaning of the word thought,

Who did invent the first of the lot?

What is it made of? Who is the master?

It’s very interesting to find the answer.

But where to look for its history

And who can answer right, mage? Mister!

Someone is here, who can answer

The questions mine? Keep silent, master.

I want to know why are thoughts

So different, diverse. My God!

Why are they living all together? —

It can’t be of one mind! The weather

Can’t be simultaneously awful – fine,

But why do the thoughts live in place one.

One thought is ready to be cut,

But the other helps, and is treating the heart.

Why judge from every time by my feelings,

Are they false, or enemies?

Why are you fighting all the time, —

Go back from where have you come,

Let live in mind mine only the right ones,

The beautiful thoughts. Like grass

Let grow them gratefully and nice.