A tundra desert stretches as far as the eye can see:
far away, one might glimpse
a wandering soul
a little fox,
fur white as the snow
eyes blue as the coldest mountain creek
he wanders through the land
alone
but not lonely.
A tundra desert stretches as far as the eye can see:
far away, one might glimpse
a wandering soul
a little fox,
fur white as the snow
eyes blue as the coldest mountain creek
he wanders through the land
alone
but not lonely.
Je suis un corbeau avec un plumage noir. J’aime les bijoux. J’aime aller au parc. Je vois une femme avec un collier. Je veux le collier.
Alors, je fondre sur elle et prendre le collier. Je suis un content corbeau!
Now, I know it may seem common, even shallow —
to answer with such a simple thing,
but tis what draws my heart —
the Fox, silver fur, dancing in moonlight.
as I sit here-
deep in the forest, bathed in shadow,
watching the leaves fall,
tell me, why does the earth end in such a pretty display
I holler to the trees,
they answer with a rustle
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