A dew-drop on the grass said to the Sun,
'I love you, dear'.
The sunshine devoured it;
The grass got stunned.
Running, a cow came
And ate the grass.
A butcher slaughtered it
And sold its meat in the market.
Now the butcher is also found nowhere.
He has been mere a grave.
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