I see it rushing toward me, horns on fire
I cannot shy away, but wait...
I see it coming twice, eyes blazing
With wounds everywhere, this time I run
into the wood, and find myself I'm alone...
While it is running thrice, roaring loud
I laugh, ready to die
It suddenly stops, and cries
And the wind blows on us, on and on
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