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He who walks with wolves braves the unknown.

In the dead of the night,
I whisper so soft, calm and tender.
In the dead of the night,
the moon whispers songs of endless splendor.
In the dead of the night,
dreams fade into a deep, dark, blender.
In the dead of the night,
I stand alone in the cold and shiver.

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