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There
are millions looking for you
Wanting
to kill you for sport
I
understand your fear
But
we are not all like that
Some
look at you for your beauty
For
your strength and regal glory
So,
please run free Milord
Tell
your kind to run when they can
Hide
when they have to
Some
of us still love you
And
we want you here for a very long time
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