Run long and swift

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Run long and swift

Moonlit night of warm gental breeze,
wolves will run on worn paths free,
sing in forest of ancient song,
and a joy to hunt all day long.

Dancing to that ancient call,
the lust to sing it comes to all,
and hear them ehco through the night,
call of the wild is heard tongiht.

Glowing eyes dance in the night,
fevered song raises so lite,
blood burns with the song,
young wolf runs with fevered longing.

"Run long and swift" the old wolf crys,
as he stares in moonlite eyes,
and runs as well at young wolf side,
into dark forest, deep to hide.

In forest trails they run beside,
feel the spirit that does not hide,
the trail smells of a heavy frost,
for that spirit that is not lost.

They find each other now at last,
to play and sing there love holds fast,
and cry wolf tears of pack not found,
profess it in a dance of sound.

aaarrrRRROOOooooooo!