Silver moon
Silver eyes
Grey coat
White snow,
Panting breath against the chain link fence,
Howling Wales
For freedom calls
Come my brothers
To the night!
A million eyes surround the gate
Then through and through, they tumble
Silver moon
Silver eyes
Panting breath against fresh mossy river bed
Grey coat
Fresh snow
Howling Wales
For freedom my brothers
Has come before us
And out they go into the snow white night.
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