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I was dreadfully frightened,
I'm sad to four days.
Suddenly my talent was lost,
Ran suddenly from me.

I've searched everywhere:
In a dark room, in the garden.
Now what will I do?
Without talent will be lost.

Not a giraffe
I now to finish.
Maybe sleeping talent behind the wardrobe?
How do I get to him?

Thought I thought stubbornly,
As the talent to return again
And decided that I need a mother
For him to draw.

I work plunged,
Painted portrait of three days,
And talent returned to me,
My talent found me.

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