The horns stretch high, touching the vast sky,
Carrying the ancient flow of the land.
The color of the skin is fiery, the vast blue,
The carvings, the stories of the copper forest.
Every line, is the words of the ancestors,
The songs, the legends of thousands of years.
The wind whispers through each branch,
Like the call of the ancient soul.
The deer is not just an ordinary animal,
But a spirit that guides, in the midst of the long journey.
The natives respect that deer,
A symbol of strength, of overflowing life.
The deer teaches us to preserve nature,
To love the motherland, forever.
Under the night sky full of sparkling stars,
The deer still stands, in the deep forest.
A living song, of land and people,
Eternal sacredness, amidst the green forest.
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