I always love the wolves.
Not the ones who bear their shame,
But the ones draped in false wool
Who wear Your name
Not Your nature.
I am a fool.
Look for me on the lost hill again.
I always love the wolves.
Not the ones who bear their shame,
But the ones draped in false wool
Who wear Your name
Not Your nature.
I am a fool.
Look for me on the lost hill again.
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