The Wolf
"Morning, in the sky letter turns around, see! the place, I want to go accepts." "Snow falling into the head, shattered hair in the land, oh! much wanted, see the place I want to go." "Playing legs into the leaves, times falling into the snow, love! nature to touch see the place I want to go." "Fluffy cotton skin steps, Into the dance of flakes, oh alarm! I am the wolf, see the place I want to go."
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