The season is high
The night is a light
Secret scent of an ovulating bitch is trickling in the midnight air
The weather is fair
The alpha is timed out without no obvious heir
It is obviously a night to show might
The power of barks and bites
Endurance and grace
And the alpha will have it all
Stuck in the womanhood of the price
Nothing would separate the alpha from the price
But the last drop
And that is power
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