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My white owlHe has so many facesInside in different placesHe wants to goMy white owlHis feathers are so icy Soft but sharpThey cut through anything at allHe loves to runHe loves to runHe loves to runMy white owlHe hates to flyBut he was born to runMy white owlHe's not a bedtime storyYou will never see himSoaring over youMy white owlHe is a wide-eyed heroOf the nightCatching with hungerEvery breath in sightSongtexteHe loves to runHe loves to runHe loves to runMy white owlHe hates to flyBut he was born to runHe loves to runHe loves to runHe loves to runMy white owlHe hates to flyBut he loves to runHe hates to flyBut he was born to run Aus Songtexte Mania