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A FEW PAGES FROM:
T H E C A T K N O W S
© 2013
K y l o
"If you walk through the woods When the first snow falls, Across the river Where it twists and winds,Take a path through the rocks Where the Old Bear goes, Down among the hanging pines.
If you wait till night and you Follow him out To a place you have never been before,Once you climb to his back and feel his long legs run, You will never see home anymore.
Up where the North wind Howls and moansAcross the hillsWhere the Wild Beast roamsJust the pounding of your heart, And the singing in your bones,Out beyond the Danger Zone
The pale yellow sky Is the color of his eyes In the dark when the snow whirls around.Through the ringing of the night Comes a sound so light, The laughing of a baby child.
So hold on tight to his coat so white, And turn your back to the cold city light.Take a last look around, Let your long hair down, And wave your earthly cares bye-bye."