Listen to the wolf as he cries to the moon,
“Talk to me brother, talk to me soon.”
Listen to the Indian’s as they sing out in praise,
“What is it brother wolf that you have to say?”
“I was one of many long ago.
But now I have to wonder, where did we all go?”
“We roamed this land from mountain to shore.
But all of that was from a time before.”
“Now we are just a few.
We have been run through and through.”
“So I call out to the brothers of mine,
Answer me, and help me find.”
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