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Howling at the moonCome run with me across the moonlit plain;
While the darkling sky weeps bitter rain.
Come feel the freedom known only to the wild;
Renew the innocence you knew as a child.
Feel the bracing chill of the midnight air
Sweep away your worries and cleanse your care.
Lift your gaze to the shimmering moon,
As you open your mouth for a wordless tune.
No words are uttered, nor needed here,
Your emotions are sharp and crystal clear.
Loosing inhibitions you moan and sigh;
Then utter a wordless howling cry.
The moon beams down its pallid light,
As two wolves howl soulfully on a winter night.