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Oh, Howling Wolf Oh, howling wolf: What is her poetry? What is her need? And why does she sound so blue to me, like a slow train coming round the bend? Is she simply calling the moon? Or is she crying upon the rock in need? Oh, howling wolf: What is her poetry? What is her need? And why does she sound so blue to me, like a slow train going round the bend? Oh, howling wolf: Are you singing to me?

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