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The spirit of the whitetail deer,
When I feel it coming near.
I try my best to remain calm,
And offer up an open palm.
If I'm still will you return?
There are things that I'd like to learn.
Serenely will it come to me?
And through your eyes would I truly see?
Everything that I've been missing.
A bird in the reflection of,
Your eyes pointed at the sun.
There's fire on the western rim,
The smoke poured out and the light grew dim.
I wonder what became of them?
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