The folk artistes in coarse but beautiful
Conventional clothes,
Leather and woollen hilly costumes
Dancing and singing
With a masked artiste as a yak
And the yak too dancing
Near the Buddhist monastery,
The yak lying on the floor
And the male and the female artistes caressing,
Caressing the yak.
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