Beside You He Walks
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When I write,
I feel like a wolf,
Howling to the moon.
When someone reads,
I feel like they too,
Are a wolf, howling to the moon.
And although we are world's apart,
We are together still--
A pack of wolves,
Howling to the moon.
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