Over The Sea

The soft wolf tread
Thru Emerald Forest he was lookin' to make a bed
There in the spindly thicket softly did he tread
The soft wolf tread

Sure was starved
And thru his silver coat his ribs shown sharply carved
The hand that feeds was pickin' weeds
Sure looked starved




4 False Ideals

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