It's too damn quiet around here
I realized venturing into the night
And listening for fear of nothing
I soon found my fear was right.
No noises of the night owl,
No blowing of Zeyphr's breath,
No murmurs among the mountains,
No sounds but quiet regret.
And there I sat a-brooding
Atop my tarnished tree;
My mind fell through the present
Into the past of you and me.
The nights were much more noisy
Filled with the sonorous coo
Of two night owls flying
Now utterly silent, me and you.
It's too damn quiet around here
If I may say it again.
I had to lose a lover,
But I feel I've lost a friend.
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