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As a coyote lost along the road -
Winter's wind chills him to the bone.
Sun's gone down at last; he holds nothing back until the morning -
His howls heal the past.
And the Northern Lights never reach my window,
but it feels as if they're shining right through me.
When you lay your weary head upon my pillow,
my soul cries out, and finally we are free.
When the lonely coyote's gaze caught my eye,
I could feel the pain he's hiding deep inside.
Every solemn night when I want to surrender,
I can hear you softly whisper, "you are mine."
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