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Jun 2020
They sang their song,
And the lonely wolf cried.

They sang their song,
And the cries rippled
Throughout the stars.

They sang their song,
And the pleas reached my ears.

I broke into a million pieces
Of shiny moon dust.

And as I flew to lay beside
My lonely wolf,
To Rest In Peace,
Beside my quiet love,
Their melody echoed on.

Throughout the night,
They sang their song
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Ale
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Ale  19/F/Undisclosed
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