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The little creature thin and small 

Sitting there proud and tall

Full of furry and a broken heart

Attacks me without a heart

In the night I cry

For the little thing

It's dead now 

It put a great fight but it was not ready

I am the same thing

A deer a deer in the forest

Not knowing what is behind me

In the night I lay 

Dead as a fly for I am a deer 

Brave and tall

And he was a predator

Mighty and strong

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