The wolf sits alone
Under the night sky
Beneath the glittering stars
The forest his home

He watches all mankind
Scurrying, hurrying by
'neath the searing sun
Wonders what will they find?

The wolf lays quiet at rest
He's never ever alone
He feels, knows his pack
Sighs..what we have is best..

The Shamen March 2001

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