Белые кони - стих для детей
White Horses
White horses are magic.
I'am right, aren't I?
At night they grow wings
And start to fly.
At night they fly to the moon
And grow silver horns.
With wings and silver horns
They turn into unicorns.
They work their magic
Among silver stars
And at break of dawn
They come back to us.
But we never see the magic
They work on a moonlit night
Because we are too lazy
To wake up and watch the sight.
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