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The Midnight Sun
I.R. Alesandrini
I am the wolf who howls at the moon My chest is bare
And the midnight sun is rising soon
My tortured croon
Sing ballads of despair
I am the wolf who howls at the moon
Echoes of a long-lost tune
Beg me not to stare
And the midnight sun is rising soon
Voices who will attune
Match whispers in the air
I am the wolf who howls at the moon
Simply I am not immune
Not a murmur of a prayer
And the midnight sun is rising soon
Her silky glow causes me to swoon Aching for her night affair
I am the wolf who howls at the moon And the midnight sun is rising soon
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