Listen for me howling.
Watch for my tracks in the snow...
but do not follow..
oh no..
do not follow...
For the moon looks down with delight
at the poet who makes her so
And the stars are sleeping tonight
behind the vale of her glow
But they can hear me howling
with the wolves down below
And if you find my tracks in the snow..
do not follow..
oh no..
do not follow.
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