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Howl the Moon
So like our two footed selves moving toward extinction. Ranging far and wide, loving, killing, birthing With a familial loyalty to be admired, paired for life and wise in the ways of nature. Ranging far and wide, loving, killing, birthing. The moons rise pulls song from their throats paired for life and wise in the ways of nature the mountains ring with your calls……. The moons rise pulls song from their throats. Fear of the unknown labeled in fairy tales, the mountains ring with your calls. Your sharp fangs peek from behind a knowing smile Fear of the unknown labeled in fairy tales your deep dark liquid eyes penetrate. Your sharp pointed fangs peek from behind a knowing smile. Soon man will be the only wolf prowling the land. Your deep dark liquid eyes penetrate. Two million once roamed, two hundred thousand survive. Soon man will be the only wolf prowling the land. Weep, weep, oh weep for the wild wolf, howl the moon. Two million once roamed, two hundred thousand survive with a familial loyalty to be admired. Weep, weep, oh weep for the wild wolf, howl the moon. So like our two footed selves moving toward extinction. *dedicated to my spirit gaurdian long may they roam
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