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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 songs
With a flip from their gongs,
For they've been hurt before,
And they don't want to remember it for quite some more.
But as the sun started to rise,
They would leave this paradise,
For their happiness last only in a minute,
And soon they'll be gone before the moon will set.
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 songs
With a flip from their gongs,
For they've been hurt before,
And they don't want to remember it for quite some more.
But as the sun started to rise,
They would leave this paradise,
For their happiness last only in a minute,
And soon they'll be gone before the moon will set.
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