A court for owls and,
Of nettles and brambles!
The Stayr will cry to his fellow;
But like the screech owl,
For the jackals and he vultures will never know my name.
Under the shadow of love i came to find you,
And like a veiled woman with the words of love;
So follow the steps of the sheep annd pasture your goats beside the shepherd's tent.
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