I always see a doe with a fawn,
but where has the doe's buck gone?
Gone has he,
for oh so very long;
but I know I love this doe
and her fawn
and to them never shall I be gone;
but always at a stone's throw!
I love you my doe
and fawn
it won't be long;
for I love my fawn
just as my doe,
and this love is life-long
yes, life-long
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