To be a wolf on the night when the moon rides high,
It floats and drifts in the darkened blue sky,
The stars brighten up when the wolf howls,
And the chorus is joined by the calling of owls.
The mid-night breeze whistles through the land,
It has now joined the Black Night Band.
How beautifully the wolves do sing,
The dawn chorus it will bring,
Then Sun will rise and the day begin.
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