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"The Lonely Wolves"
The crescent moon is making it's way,
To the brilliant sky is where she stay.
A million lone wolves are watching it lit,
While their dreary hearts are full of guilt.
They dance to it's...
To the brilliant sky is where she stay.
A million lone wolves are watching it lit,
While their dreary hearts are full of guilt.
They dance to it's...
