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Sep 2013
Gently pulsating
To the rhythm
Feet are tapping
To the beat
But the wolf will never
Admit defeat

The wolf loves
Loves the clouds
Fluffy, bouncing
Caring, exciting
He can feel it
Getting near
He can feel it
Losing cheer

Sleeping

To the highest peak
The wolf will sneak
The cloud it knows
How the feeling grows
And loses touch
In the shadow of the rose

Did he hear himself thinking?
Did the floor stop growing?
Or did the cloud lose it's shape?
The wolf it seems, is losing touch
As the cloud, the cloud sreams ****

The wolf loves, loves the clouds
Fluffy, bouncing
Caring, exciting
But the cloud
Doesn't
Love him back

Sleeping

To the highest peak
The wolf will sneak
The cloud it knows
How the feeling grows
And loses touch
In the shadow
Joey McNamara
Written by
Joey McNamara  York
(York)   
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