The Bovini tribe is made up of large to very large grazers, including large animals of great economic significance to humans in Domestic Cattle, Domestic buffalo, and the Yak, as well as smaller Asian relatives, and large free-roaming bovids in the African Buffalo and the American Bison.
The closest relations to this tribe are the Boselaphini and Tragelaphini tribes. The common ancestor of all the Bovini species appears to have lived about 5–8 million years ago. The first clade to diverge was the buffalo clade (Bubalus and Syncerus species). This was followed by the banteng/gaur/gayal clade and the domestic cattle clade. A fourth clade leading to the bison and yak species may also exist.
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And later there's an accident, another charge d'affair
Is lying in a pool of blood, no witness anywhere
And they say she was a hundred miles away
The hotel porter saw her climb the stairs
And the maid with trembling hands knows what to say
When the judge says "Are your sure," "I'm sure" she
swears
Pavanne, cold steel woman Pavanne
How do you love a woman
With eyes cold as the barrel of her gun
Who's never missed her mark on anyone
Pavanne, Pavanne, Pavanne
At the presidential palace a thousand people saw
His excellency leave his car and never make the door
The blood flows from his fingers as he clutches at the
stain
He staggers like a drunken man, lies twisted in the
rain
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Her mother used to keep her boys for sure
And father's close attentions led to talk
She learned to stab her food with a silver fork
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And they say she didn't do it for the money
And they say she didn't do it for a man
They say that she did it for the pleasure
The pleasure of the moment
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How do you stop this woman
When everyone is moving in a trance
Like prisoners of some slow, courtly dance
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