Howl at the Moon

She walked outside and sniffed the air,
Looked down and realized her feet were bare
Her feet carried her through an open field
She ran in hopes to find the dreams that had been killed
She was always the type to howl at moon
Watched herself fall into pieces late hours in her room
If they said they saw a dog. She'd claim she saw a cat
Just a magical mystery always snatching rabbits out of hats
When she went about her way, many felt she left too soon...
They missed her courage to run through open fields with her feet bare
And they missed the way she used to howl at the moon

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