As we howl in vain,
for the sorrow we share.
A song of love, hope, and dispair.
When the ones we love slip away,
we cry to them,
to show them the way.
When their sprits reach the the light blue sky,
they fly higher and higher,
until their songs die.
After that happens,
all the wolves leave.
To let the little wolf sprit,
rest in peace.















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