It’s the song that the night owl sings
gliding silently on soft feathered wings It’s the sound of a night full of stars and sky seen twinkling and glistening through a teary eye It’s the fearful, hushed and whispered growl of a beast awakening to its own naked howl It’s the roar of silence that cuts the night when a lonely soul shivers in fright It’s the soft, warm, damp air Of a lover’s breath on your belly’s hair
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