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Lying Owl
Lying owl, lying owl
What kind of lie have you told
I expect by now you should have sold
All my gold, oh my soul!
You came in here all smart and bold
Now you are leaving me sad and fouled
The way i fell for you like a fowl
Lo and behold, my tree of woe
What is left of me, i think
Sitting here with my heart bleeding
What i will give to catch a glimpse
Of The very first day i heard u speak
© Umar Mash 2016
What kind of lie have you told
I expect by now you should have sold
All my gold, oh my soul!
You came in here all smart and bold
Now you are leaving me sad and fouled
The way i fell for you like a fowl
Lo and behold, my tree of woe
What is left of me, i think
Sitting here with my heart bleeding
What i will give to catch a glimpse
Of The very first day i heard u speak
© Umar Mash 2016
Published 27th Apr 2016
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