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Architecture; Do You Hear The Wolves Call?

The snow fell down around us
and the wolves called out.
We know what this means.
It's December 22 of any old year.
But the day seems so much different when we're leading the way.
(The wind blows a candle out)
The wolves call again, but we're not afraid.
It's a sign of peace, not savageness.
(The wind blows another candle out)
The wolves call, and this is their finale.
And this time, it echoes in the house and is forever engraved in the wood.
I close your eyes for the last time
and in them I see a man of thirty-five
with a ridiculous beard and going gray.
And still you watched the snow fall with him.
(I blow the final candle out.)

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