Little owl, little owl
Soar in my dreams
Little owl, little owl
The color of cream
Where have you been?
What have you seen?
Do my words convey meaning?
How do I seem?
I once met a girl
With hair like gold
In the fire of moonlight
Silver beams flowed
Deep in her sunsets
Deep in her skies
There was sad madness
That reflects in your eyes
Little owl, little owl
The spirit of sight
Little owl, little owl
The bringer of light
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