I stand under the full moon
sniffing at the cold night air
My louve, my one love
she is somewhere out there
She has gone out hunting
in search of new game
leaving me howling
lonesome, in pain
I let out my love sick
moan to the moon
in the hopes that she'll hear me
and come back to me soon
My louve, my dear darling
We take our mates for life
And I pray to the moon
return my louve, my wife
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