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Spirit of the Hunted

They had killed the deer
Brought it down quickly
They had tracked it
All morning
And it was still alive
When they gutted it
Its glistening eyes had dimmed
Spirit of the hunted
It had barked for the last time
Now they had a ceremony to perform
So the spirit of the hunted
would live forever

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