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My Wolf
In the night I like to play,
For hopes that they will run this way,
Howling while I hold on tight,
To free the wolf that's trapped this night,
In this body cursed and bound,
To suffer in this human gown,
Alone I cry and try to hide,
This wolf that's dwelling deep inside,
With the pack I long to run,
To chase and catch the evening sun,
To howl, to leap, to sleep in woods,
This dream of mine it feels so good.
For hopes that they will run this way,
Howling while I hold on tight,
To free the wolf that's trapped this night,
In this body cursed and bound,
To suffer in this human gown,
Alone I cry and try to hide,
This wolf that's dwelling deep inside,
With the pack I long to run,
To chase and catch the evening sun,
To howl, to leap, to sleep in woods,
This dream of mine it feels so good.
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