You are not alone
Lupine
Howling up to the inviting glow of the moon
Beautiful She-Wolf
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Upon the haunted misty hills
Of Dinas Emrys
Back twelve hundred years
The castle shall tumble down
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I am the forest that no one can see
You are the path that leads unto me
I’m the stupid dumb kid that falls out of the tree
You are the plaster that fixes my knee
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Bearing the Southern wind
We’ll wander through the winding paths
Of the dying forests
We’ll creep through the rising heat
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Whisper to a ghost
That walks lonely through the lands
What in life was most important
That has slipped from your hands
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Little did Polly know
That her drunken soul was dancing along
Through the streets of London without a song
Where the darkest of shadows and ghosts belong
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An angel’s feather floats down from the sky
And skims over the ocean
But never quite touches the surface
Thankful that it never sank
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Strange little fat man
With a haircut so bad
As you can tell I’m no fan
In fact you’re kinda sad
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I should have known it was a dream
When the hands of that dusty old clock
Were moving too fast
Spinning out of control
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Pristine pool
Quiet as a snowdrop
Nonchalant emotion, he stands and waits
“I am here” she whispers
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