That dances in the wind,
Just hoping to see the morrow,
And a hungry Wolf,
With a tear in it's eye,
And a heart thats full of sorrow.
Kept apart for a thousand years,
They slowly grew apart,
But when the blue moon rises,
And the wind is still,
You can faintly hear them crying.









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