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Lo, the wind blows soft and free,
Gently whistling through the trees.
The sky is dark, the stars are out,
A full moon casting shadows about.
The , new snow lay crisp on the ground,
There is no movement, not a sound.
Yonder stands a bob-tailed deer,
Without a thought or fear.
But this soon changes, a hunter nears,
His hungers seeing the deer.
The hunter takes his rifle bounding,
His pulse running, his heart pounding.
He aims and pulls the trigger quickly,
A shot rings out so very sickly.
And yonder stands a bob-tailed deer,
Without a thought or fear.
Lo, the wind blows soft and free,
Gently whistling through the trees.
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