The lonely fox dancing,
Singing a song out of joy
Coming out of the burrows
Where it is bushy and wooded
And from where the roads bifurcate and diversify
Near the lonely fields and fallows.
The lonely fox dancing
And singing a song out of joy
Coming out of the burrows
Near the bushy, wooded tracts
Where horizons seem to be lurking to be one.
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