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When the moon,
Starts to rise,
A lonesome howl
Fills the night,
Deep and sad,
He howls for so long,
Until the sun rises,
Ho so long,
You may see hem in a meadow,
Or under a weeping willow,
But you will never see them outside,
When the suns at full bloom,
Until the day,
When his love is back,
Then maybe his howl,
Will not be so sad,
But who can blame hem,
For love is love,
It can break his hart,
One claw at a time,
Or maybe his crying,
For a loss in time,
This shadow wolf of old,
That I hear,
Every night,





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