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Wild Wolf's Lullaby

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Out West where desert sands are hot,
By day when winds are dry,
And nights are cool and lighted by,
A sparkling starlit sky.

A child, I slept to serenades,
When desert nights were still,
As wolves wept out their mournful songs,
Up on the moonlit hill.

And deep within my growing soul,
Their music intertwined,
To haunt the days I'm living now,
With years I left behind.

My lonely heart yearns for that sound,
The wild wolf's serenade,
The lullaby that filled my dreams,
Where memories are made.





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