A lupine cry pierces the night
The full moon follows
As I dodge the trees
They’re trying to get me...
Branches turning into arms
Grabbing at my limbs
The moon mocks me
I will never be free
But there it stays
With it’s infinite field of stars
The full moon follows
As I dodge the trees
They’re trying to get me...
Branches turning into arms
Grabbing at my limbs
The moon mocks me
I will never be free
But there it stays
With it’s infinite field of stars
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