An owl's cry echoes
Through the woods of old.
In the untamed wilds,
Beasts stir and behold.
Dark, heavy clouds in horizon's arms
Tell of a storm,
A slowly waking tempest
In the summer's warmth.
An owl's cry echoes
Through the woods of old.
In the untamed wilds,
Beasts stir and behold.
Dark, heavy clouds in horizon's arms
Tell of a storm,
A slowly waking tempest
In the summer's warmth.
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