.The red sun sets, the lone wolves wail
It's lonesome here out on the Eastern trail
And all my friends are tired and pale
It's going to be a hard, hard winter>
Long and cold.
My eyes reflect the crystal moon
As cold as ice at highest noon
The birds have left a month to.
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