My soul is a howl.
It spirals deep into the air
It reaches tree-tip and tree-tip.
The stars it calls to
It tries to fly
But the singer's voice grows short.
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Howl
My soul is a howl.
It spirals deep into the air
It reaches tree-tip and tree-tip.
The stars it calls to
It tries to fly
But the singer's voice grows short.
