Oh! Great is the slope of the meadow
lush green lawn grown so low
drops of dew on every blade of grass flow.
Hidden sun glow in mercy
to warm cold sick skin of men,
a location even to enjoy the beauty of sun.
Worries and woes blow with breeze,
flora of various colours, that eyes gaze
around, as sheep and bull move in laze.
Heart huming songs, on track a rail,
lying one over another with my pal,
with a longing for love, we fall.
Fall where great is the slope of the meadow
Where lush green lawn grown so low
And where drops of dew on every blade of grass flow.
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