One evening I met an owl out of the blue
He was perching on my guitar when I sang blues
I asked him about where he came true
To me he gave answer only few clues
That from a big realm it came by side
Where it was only shrewd king and his knights
Where he could find blossom so much right
Yes, it was colorful even in all nights
It was not only a dream he said for sure
But I said it was only a dream too sure!
Believe me I live my life now very cruel!
But the owl perching on my guitar was not all about poor
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