I am the wolf who runs alone, I am the wolf who for sacked his home. Lovers left and many wept. Promises are broken, others kept. A traitor who looked for happiness, a traitor tired of emptiness. Of alfas running my life and I am not one to hide. I am the wolf who for sacked his home; because I rather run alone.
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