When the day subsides and we invite the circle of stone. Far from the secrets of the prairie we used to call our home. There is a legend there, that the poison air could turn all hearts to stone, but only in our dreams. There's answers no one speaks. The pines filter the light of the frozen night on the moss and bone. Howls are heard from underneath the branches we now call home. There is a legend here that the spirits fear caused mankind to walk alone but only without sleep. There's answers no one speaks. You know the wolves won't stop their howling as the answer is carried through the trees cascading into song. Long after we're gone.
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