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My love is a shy wild deer
that waits with great longing
for the coming of the night.
Hidden in the shadows of my heart
and far beyond the circle of my thoughts
she waits for the coming of the night.
My love is a shy wild deer
who peers through the brambles
of my thoughts – seeking entrance.
My love is a shy wild deer
who patiently waits for the gentle night.
to come and still my senses.
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