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The Wolf
He raises his muzzle to the bright full moon,
He howls his lonely song.
The call of the wild
That all too soon,
Echoes,
And is gone.
He howls his lonely song.
The call of the wild
That all too soon,
Echoes,
And is gone.
Published 25th Apr 2012
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