The blue wolf roams.
Seeking passage at every home.
He stalks and studders
Whimpers and cries.
And you behind him with torrential eyes.
Follow
The night is dark.
With shadows cast with frozen light.
But you must not lose sight.
No love above the eerie night.
No hope below.
You must follow this sorrow
Where ever it may go.
Howl, but do not cry.
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