Ringle, ringle, does the bell ring
In a world filled with deer that can talk, some can sing
Even if our emotions are splayed with these few
Little actions we do, is that all we can do...?

I carve unto the snow the pictograms of brethren
Of the faes and of the does
And so the stags and gendered last
I see that we can be made

How I wish I could carve
All my actions in words
But the deer that we are
Cannot know of a lange'

It's as though, without language,
We only have actions
Our actions are limits
To our thoughts and our dreams

It's as though, in the forest
I differ from here
For there...I am a deer
And my language is fear

So I speak to you now
And I cannot be wise
For eternity rests
Within languageless eyes

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Other animals thoughts are very limited, are they not? Imagine if you could only think...without language, without words, only actions and sounds. It's just...very confusing.

And explains why other animals can't be quite as wise as we are. You try and think without using language and words x3 It's...hard.