| There’s a valley where you walk
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| A mountain where you dream
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| You’re my great horned owl
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| You fly in-between
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| What may come to pass
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| What is yet to be Appears to you in colors that
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| Others cannot see
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| When I’m fast asleep
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| You are on the prowl
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| And with your books and tape
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| You’re my great horned owl
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| See you in the dusk
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| Sun is almost down
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| You are rising for the hunt
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| You’re my great horned owl
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| You’re my great horned owl
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| You’re wrestling the years
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| Winds are bound to hell
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| Fear the storm that stays away
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| You’re my great horned owl
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| There’s a valley where you walk
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| A mountain where you dream
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| You’re my great horned owl
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| You fly in-between
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| You fly in-between
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| You fly in-between
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| You fly in-between |