The wolves
No moon rising
They can't call the shot
They have no fangs to bite
They need a place to hide
Mingle with the largest crowd
Let them find the breathing sky
Recuperating from the bad run
The wolves know it
They must cling to survive
No moon rising
No chance to transform
Now in UG government
They still can stand tall
Though bad whispering still occurs
The wolves will stay on course
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