In the field where nature is at its best, it’s the best place to feed and be filled.
I’m here to clean the pasture land;
Can’t stop to rake the leaves away
And wait to watch the water clear, I may:
When you did came suprisingly.
I’m going out to fetch the little calf
That stands beside her mother because it’s young,
It sways when she licks it with her tongue.
When you did came suprisingly.
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