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A silent form lies cold and deep,
A deer once swift with grace and cheer,
Now rests in peace, a tale unclear.
Beneath the oak’s embracing shade,
The whispers of the forest played,
Of dances bright in morning light,
Now hushed beneath the blanket white.
The wind it weeps, the leaves they sigh,
For fleeting days that drifted by,
The moon reflects on gentle grass,
A memory, as seasons pass.
Oh, gentle creature, brave and wild,
In nature’s arms, forever styled,
Though life has faded, love remains,
In every heart where hope still reigns.