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Old and crooked bones creek against his weary feet.
Now he’s grown so old, marked by the lines in his face.
Stubborn old man refusing to change,
Son of the vicious wolves he’ll be the remainder of his days.
If you listen to the wind, you can hear the howl of the man who was raised by wolves.
Though his body disappear, you still know that his soul lingers on…