The Cry Wolf ....

The Cry Wolf ....

Night I left the city, I dreamt of a wolf He came from where the winds are cold And truth is seen through keyholes Strange longings never sleep Now he's come where no hearts beat The sunken-in eyes And the pain in his cries A shape in the dark Cry wolf

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