@ The Evergreen Wolf
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The evergreen wolf does not sleep, nice-is,
And not in the afternoon and not at night...
And he any more does not want spring-light...
He is afraid of a breeze a leaflet and grasses...
What, hasn't swallowed wood colour its pride...
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