Wolves

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You can find me in the woods,
I'll be dancing with the wolves.
But the wolves will cry with blood,
For my soul, that’s lost in dark

They’ll be looking at the moon,
Howling loud, calling for you.
Follow them in the abyss,
You will find me buried deep.

Come, my love, and see my grave
Mourn my soul and watch it fade
From the white it used to be
To the dark shade of the mist

I have loved you for so long
Six feet under we're not lost
My soul won't let go of yours
For forever and some more.

You have slept right on my grave
And have mourned me with such pain
But you stayed into the woods
For no more than just three days

You then left me and my soul,
Our love ment nothing more
When you stormed out of the woods
And I remained with the wolves.

Later on in that same year
The moon whispered to my soul
That you now have a new her
And my memory is gone.

My dark soul than left my grave
And ran wild and filed with pain
I am dancing with the wolves,
I can be found in the woods.






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