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I stare to see what is there,

I walk over under the trees, I dare.

I look up at the sky, up in the trees,

I see two big glowing eyes staring in the blue.

The sun to rise from under the earth,

the owls eyes to shut.

When the sun goes back down the owls

eyes to open in the darkness for the light.