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Jan 27, 2008 01:25

"If only, if only," the woodpecker sighs,
"The bark on the tree were as soft as the skies."
While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely,
He cries to the moon, "if only, if only."
If only, if only, the moons speaks no reply;
Reflecting the sun and all that's gone by.
Be strong my weary wolf, turn around boldly.
Fly high, my baby bird, my angel, my only."

Sigh.
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