The beautiful bovine beast beside me,
Who dances so softly upon the earth,
Is the goddess of crimson roses,
And the soft, low bellowing beat of the drum,
"Lay with me in the grass and watch the clouds roll by,
For there is no greater place to be but now", she says,
"The blessed Summer is nearly upon us,
So drink up the cool, crisp breeze,
We can bask in the warmth tomorrow."
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