| In the shadows of the trees
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| I looked that huge icy opening
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| Where the wolves turmoiled
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| They seemed so free…
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| I moved slowly between the trees
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| Towards the pack of wolves…
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| They seemed so untouchable
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| And they didn’t even notice…
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| At last one of the wolves looked at me
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| Anger than was face of the wolf
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| Changed to observing look
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| Slowly it walked towards me
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| It didn’t show his teeth
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| Only its hesitating look
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| Tears flowed slowly from my eyes
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| When I realized that it had accepted me
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| I walked ever closer to that pack of thousandheaded
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| Wolves started at me, not angirly but observing
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| At last they came to me
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| Overturned me down and licked my cold face
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| Suddenly a huge thuder was
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| Heard from those mountains
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| The storms arrived. |
| Hard wind started to blow
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| It blew all that snow to my eyes
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| Wolves watched me for a moment
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| And ran towards of sunset…
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| I tried to run after them
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| But so cold I had that I fell on my knees
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| I cried teard of desperation
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| Life was turned its back on to me
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| Now the death was real
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| I started to walk towards that icy pond
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| I looked my self from surface of the ice
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| So pale and dead I was
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| I broke the cover of ice with my last stenght
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| And I allowed myself to flow deep…
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| With smile on my face I died;
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| Into those thick waters… |