The Wolf Like a lone wolf on a mountain in the mornings winter chill, baying for the wolf God to send another kill To satiate his hunger and alleviate his pain, my body wreaked with sorrow cries out again and again. I pray to all that's holy to help me in my plight, and try to get me through another tortuous endless night. But, alone here in my solitude my heart is torn asunder through some silly indiscretion a temporary blip a blunder. I now that I have lost you and your trust I'll not regain, but like the wolf, the hunger still remains.
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