When the sun goes down
The moon no longer shines bright
Birds start to hide...
Streets: empty and abonded
The sky turns dark...
And all you hear are the wolves crying and the owles that bark



When the sun goes down
The moon no longer shines bright
Birds start to hide...
Streets: empty and abonded
The sky turns dark...
And all you hear are the wolves crying and the owles that bark
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