Near The Grass of Silent
Quite Upon The Gaze
As The Wind Sweep The Grass
Who Stand In The Middle
A Lonely Little Fox
Two Eyes and Two Ears
Covered By a Lovely Fur
With Four Little Legs
And Bow Down To The Grass
Then Fell His Little Tears
Oh Little Fox.... Little Fox
A Drop From Your Little Eyes
Why Shall Be Like That
Come To My Sorrow Hands
Let Your Sadness Taken Away
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