In Denmark and In Russia

dedicated to Hans Christian Andersen

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He lived in Denmark many years ago.

He was the son of a shoemaker,

and he loved to dream very much.

His dreams turned into

magic fairy tales,

but no one wanted to understand them.

People laughed at the Story-Teller.

And they often teased him.

Now, when I am dreaming,

my dreams turn

into magical fairy tales.

But people laugh at this,

and often, they tease me

here in Russia.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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