Okay folks, have another poem!
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The Silver Wolf
The Silver Wolf, the Silver Wolf
Stands on the world with jagged fur,
The rusty moon rolls through the sky.
The silver river cannot stir,
The silver wind leaks out a cry.
Running in the bright and silver wood,
The Silver Wolf runs over the snow,
Looking for a speck of blood,
Only the Silver Wolf shall know.
The silver of his fate,
He lifts his nose and moans,
Licks the world clean as a plate,
And leaves only bones.
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