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Alone he ran in fields of gold
his body hurting from the cold
his feet so tired, beat from running
his tongue slipping wet from sighing
Alone she ran across the prairie
her feet thumping the ground
her absent guide her weakest frailty
she ran so fast before the hound
His nose and ears were sensing something
his body coming to a stop
he stood and felt the winds are changing
and started running at his top
She didn't know how long she'd hold
her skin tingled with the cold
her body limp and twitching with his
hold
the hound that caught her with a grip
of gold
Seeing her he was astonished
wolf so fare and beautiful
the hound he stared and then admonished
then jumped to fight his best of fights
She cried in pain and terror too
the hound was dead, but he was too
the most beautiful male she ever saw
she sat there licking at his paw
His pulse was slow as life went out
he knew he won, she's free now, he
had no doubt
and so without no remorse or regret
his life he gave to the angel of debt
By his cold corps she sat there crying
howling to the wind her pain
her life the cold began to claim
there near a wolf and a hound which
were slain
But then the god of wolves came running
his tail raised high, his jaw was smiling
and with a feeling of beguiling
he set his spells on the two who were
dying
Her eyes she opened to the wind
his jaw was just unclenching
her tail entangled there with his
their breath was hot against the fiend
And as the evening set, the sun was
low
two wolves were seen against the glow
his head was on her shoulder now
her paw set on his brow
And if you listen carefully
their cry of joy that calls to me
you'll hear it well as do I
and know it's natures lullaby
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