Happy the day that brings the sun
And moon together in the same sky
Dangling from a distant star
And happy the man loudly singing
Through the woods of another spring
Keeping to the path sometimes disappearing
Pursuing a raven and a dove
Questioned does he qualify
At several stops along the way
And only at the last second
Swept through the slamming door
Of the castle of his dreams
Only to be shackled as before
Content to be left to sleep
Below in a drafty hall
Having found a friend
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