Song: Wolfsong.

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The mockingbirds sing for the ladies in white,
While the whippoorwills sing for the gray,
And the white owl sings for the vagabond knight
Alone at the death of the day.

The cats sing alone to the sedge and the stone
When the last of the daylight has fled,
But the wolves sing refrains for the poisons and pains
And the bitter laments of the long dead.

The nightingale sings for the princesses fair,
While the swallows must sing to the rest,
And the white raven sings for the witches so rare
As they go to their bitterest tests.

The snakes sing alone of the secrets they've known
And the things that they never have said,
But the wolves verses speak for the lost and the weak
And the bitter laments of the long dead.

Take care with your tune as you set out to find
The song that will lighten your load,
For the words may seem plain, and still, lurking behind
Is a long and a lonely dirt road.

For some sing alone to the blood and the bone
When they're wishing for sunlight instead,
And the wolves known their own-wolves are never alone-
As they're singing the songs of the long dead.