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Resserected Friend


Resurrected friend Who was not angered by me Friend resurrected But not completely He still fears the wolf As the wolf is proud Because he still has Those controlled clouds I cry for the thought But he does not know For I turn away to Not let them show The wolf dotes on the princess But the princess has changed Slowly but surely She feels so much shame She still loves him But is scared of those clouds For they have taken root And now The wolf is aroused Did the puppet master also do this? For it would be a sick joke He watches them kiss As he strokes The fair hair of a maiden Who is also my friend No name for her For I cannot perceive the end The wolf and I Has once gotten her To dance with my resurrected friend But she conferred After love She never wants to see him again They are friends themselves But there are still weary eyes This world is slowly twisting For the Princess of the Sky
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