The thought of embrace feels right.
But I know in arms black wolves wait.
So I strive an entire night,
To illuminate this place.
I try to light a match, but you blow it out.
I try and make a fire, but you are not cold.
So I let the wolves consume,
And let you read the smoke.
But I know in arms black wolves wait.
So I strive an entire night,
To illuminate this place.
I try to light a match, but you blow it out.
I try and make a fire, but you are not cold.
So I let the wolves consume,
And let you read the smoke.
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