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Howling the pack in formation appears |
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Diamonds and clubs, light misted fog, the dead |
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Waving us back in formation, |
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The pack in formation |
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Bowling they bat as a group |
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And the leader is seen - so early... |
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The pack on their backs, the fighters |
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Through misty the waving - the pack in formation |
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Far reaching waves |
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On sight, shone right |
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I lay as if in surround... |
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All enmeshing, hovering... |
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The milder i gaze |
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All the animals laying trail |
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Beyond the far winds |
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Mild the reflecting electricity eyes... |
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Tears, the life that was ours |
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Grows sharper and stronger away and beyond |
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Short wheeling - fresh spring |
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Gripped with blanched bones - moaned |
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Magnesium, proverbs and sobs... |
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Howling the pack in formation appears |
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Diamonds and clubs, light misted fog, the dead |
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Waving us back in formation, |
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The pack in formation... |
