Into the night, the wind sings, whistles among the leaves on the tree, ruffling the owl's feathers. The soft light of the moon goes into the window, and ...

Into the night, the wind sings, whistles among the leaves on the tree, ruffling the owl's feathers. The soft light of the moon goes into the window, and as if there were no tomorrow, tonight becomes all yours. Good night my little sweetie!


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