I run after him, oh,
Sam, the boy wolf,
how sad he howls.
He sings a song,
song lost one knows.
Furious storms
—these emotions
I cannot douse as
dear, dear Sam, his wail
screams ignored vows.
His voice tells me:
it cries, it shouts.
And right before me
he crumbles,
crumbles,
crumbles.
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