In fields of gold, where the sunbeams dance,
There bounds an alpaca, in a joyful trance.
With fluffy fleece, so soft and fine,
It skips and hops, in a playful line.
Through swaying grass and bushes of gold,
It frolics freely, both young and bold.
A butterfly flits, with wings so bright,
Joining the alpaca in its delight…
Together they chase, in the golden…
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