Wolf
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On the bank of the foyer, your fingers they know the land; it will eat you, and the horns will blow.
The water is reeling and crashing so loud.
Fault is ever in the hands of the crowd.
I am so small, and I do what I'm told, but from now on I will not fold.
You are a building and I am a son, you can only pretend that the fog rolls on.
The shadow that's casting on top of your bones, is as easily broken and scarcely as known.
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