On a rough July evening, with a calf’s cry in the air, Thunder roared as dark clouds soared, shadows everywhere. Night fell, dark and pitch black, in the woods so deep, The cowherd and the calf, lost, could only weep. They searched and searched, but found no light, Till a firefly glowed warmly in the …
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