This is what needs to be happened,of course:
There were a hundred lives-single only chance!
A wolf was born in me and evil She-wolf
By Dance of love to me she was singing romance!
She gnawed my heart into the shreds!
She tore myself with her wolfish passion:
And with that vicious love I was ravaged,
Painting my body with foam attraction!
Wolf's my sniff, like an unknown hunger,
Push me to her for the trying her blood!
Drove me through night her sacrament tongue,
Singing a song of two about how we loved!
The wolf was lured by a wolf and fell in silent
As gray shadows in the wilderness of forrest!
I stood there and was only jealous, tiny.
With of my anymal soul which was the best!
My lives were like miles so long and frustrated,
There were abuses there,but there was praise!
And woman were loving me as a man calibrated,
But called me wolf-like...only one case...
Волчий город любви
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