Lonely
being last i do not mind
but being the last is hard to find
i outlasted my family
some friends as well
i hope they're okay
theres no way to tell
i wish them the best
in all that they do
the hunters went berserk
when they fund just one of you
i couldnt stop them
frm poaching left and right
4/26/13
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