Just a little girl, sitting on the swings,
Watching moving faces, behind the wings
And the winter cold it keeps them there,
Wolves that move with so much care.
The trees they tear the sky, there are no airplanes passing by
And the white sky for hours, 'hind the winter snow.
But it always goes.
Thank God, it always goes.
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She watches, the faces, as they all pass by,
But young yellow eyes remain there, wolf tears he cries
And the little girl doesn't dare go closer,
But they both know.
Shivering, but lingering,
Forever.
The day they come,
She was oblivious to all but one.
But the yellow eyes were scared.
Why she wondered, why were they so scared?
They emerged from the forest, prowling oh so quietly
they pull her off her swing
And blood pools so violently ,
Into the trees.
She's dragged, limp and damp,
Her snowsuits on the ground,
But her wolf goes.
Pulls her out of the snow.
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Where have her parents gone, he wonders.
When they come they scream to see her there.
The yellow wolf he watches,
Until all that is left is red snow.
The snow falls softly
Masking all the blood
And covering his pelt, his tracks, he walks away.
The spring comes,
For some only some,
Walk out the forest unscathed.
He can spend the summer, with his summer girl
Until the winter calls him back
Until he has to leave to come back.
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