Fuck you, it's magic!

Mon petit hibou

I keep on wishing that little owl I've been dreaming about, since I was a little girl, would fly through my window and wake me with a whisper in my ear, and a twirl of my hair, and a peck on my cheek - to save me from this cave I've buried myself in and fly me back to what'ever woodland castle it came from, to keep me there, forever.