The shining ray of twinkling dawns
Charms the sheep to go at once
To the cheerful greenery
Hidden in depth of watching valley
Without giving a damn
To die down or doom
Which one should lead the herd?
A trimmer or an emotional shepherd
I don't want my mind to take sheep over
To keep them alive
To die off with no pleasure
Even the insincerity of your glance
Attacks my feelings which lost in darkness
In the depth of nonchalance
But still I prefer my shepherd heart
Leads its innocent herd
I hope the wild wolves finally
Leave the witching green valley
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