This will be a night in deep snow which has the power to muffle steps in deep shadow transforming bodies to two puddles of darkness we lie holding our breath and even the slightest whisper of thought an answer by zbigniew herbert
There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood-I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go. the wilderness by carl sandburg
Solace my game, it stars you Swing wide your crane Swing wide your crane and run me through And the story's all over In the morning, I'll call you wolves (act i & ii); bon iver
We can never go home, we no longer have one I'll help you carry the load I'll carry you in my arms The kiss of the snow The crescent moon above us Our blood is cold and we're alone But I'm alone with you Help me to carry the fire We will keep it alight together Help me to carry the fire It will light our way forever no sound but the wind; editors
Since I met you, this house has started to decay And every wall that once was clean has turned a shade of grey. So much to rescue, so much you just can't understand Now the streets are dark and empty and the problems in our hands. I can't leave you. See back home my house is falling down demolition; patrick wolf
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which has the power to muffle steps
in deep shadow transforming
bodies to two puddles of darkness
we lie holding our breath
and even the slightest whisper of thought
an answer by zbigniew herbert
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and in the morning all those dead men
with their hearts eat out
the wolves by frank stanford
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the wilderness by carl sandburg
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Swing wide your crane
Swing wide your crane and run me through
And the story's all over
In the morning, I'll call you
wolves (act i & ii); bon iver
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I'll help you carry the load
I'll carry you in my arms
The kiss of the snow
The crescent moon above us
Our blood is cold and we're alone
But I'm alone with you
Help me to carry the fire
We will keep it alight together
Help me to carry the fire
It will light our way forever
no sound but the wind; editors
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And every wall that once was clean has turned a shade of grey.
So much to rescue, so much you just can't understand
Now the streets are dark and empty and the problems in our hands.
I can't leave you. See back home my house is falling down
demolition; patrick wolf
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