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The Brain, within its Groove
Runs evenly — and true —
But let a Splinter swerve —
'Twere easier for You —
To put a Current back —
When Floods have slit the Hills —
And scooped a Turnpike for Themselves —
And trodden out the Mills —
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В извилинах мозги
текли легко и ровно,
Но отклонились вдруг
В течении полнокровном,
