Walking alone in the mist of the night,
I felt very lonely with nothing by my side.
Don't know why that grewly fade shadow,
Which cripples along me,
Now became my moto.
I thought about it from dusk to dawn,
And by the morning light,
Had by my side,
That frail, little fawn.
It slithered and jumped,
And squeaked and creaked.
It kicked and laughed,
Just as me.
It made me smile,
It made me happy.
It made me sure,
That something was there behind
To hold me upright.
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