Lion

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The Lion slips in and out of shadows,

Thinking no one can see him.

The Lion travels through a prairie,

Knowing nobody cares.

The Lion believes nobody sees him,

Nobody knows,

Nobody cares.

Well, Sir Lion,

I can see you.

I see you in the shadows.

I care,

Whether you catch enough to eat in the prairie.

I can see you, Sir Lion. And I know who you're after.

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