Midnight, dogs ask the bullfighters,

"Hey, where's the wolves?"

The bullfighters turn and pound their fists into the ground,

"With the heat of tonight, I'm surprised you'd even be around."

Dawn, bullfighters ask the dogs,

"How many people dig into this ground?"

The dogs curl into the sun,

"With all the evil in the world, why don't you go and kill another soul?"

Dusk, dogs ask the children in the square,

"How many nights till there is day?"

The children look into the mouths of the lords,

"If we never see another sun, I'm sure the world will go on."

Midnight, dogs ask the bullfighters,

"Hey, where's the wolves?"

The bullfighters turn to their swords,

"With all the evil that lives in this world, I'm surprised you were even born."

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