The owl always sits close...
About happiness on a magic tree...
Monotonously to counts
Happy minutes of others...
But, forgets, love - is immortal...
Until then shouts, all night long:
Ghu-ghu... ghu-ghu...and sometimes
Itself sleeps an owl
On a voice own...
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