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Enchantment speaks to my soul, divine

In the forest, surrounding, tranquil, sublime

Mists in the trees, sing a melody sweet

An owl lands softly, on my shoulder, replete

And subtly whispers, without making a sound

Of mysteries found, on these hallowed grounds

Born of the legends, in this woodland, they thrive

Locked in my heart to, forever, survive



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