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Like parts of Ocean, Howling uses a superbly crafted limerick structure; huh.
But, aside from that, I still like it.
Content Type: Lyrics
Content Created: 4-2000
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I'll never concede to night
Now, I gaze at the pale moon light
As though my mind was diseased
And wracked and wreathed
In a halo of sinful sight
I'll never curse my home land
Now, I cry out like the damned
My body is ready to reave
It shirks, it shrieks
With poison in my glands
While tending to a forest song
I felt strong, but knew all along
From the voice I heard
In the sound , and words
A question: where do I belong?
I taste the spirit in the wind
As I cry at the night again
Forever the moon draws near
My thoughts pure and clear
I cry in a canyon without end
As though my mind was diseased
And my body ready to reave
I cry into the wind