This is how the lucky feel How the blessed man think Like a daybreak in spring The sun on a spring morning Like the flat brink of a cloud Like a dark night in autumn
But how do I feel, In my gloomy depths?
This is how the lucky feel How the blessed man think Like a daybreak in spring Like the flat brink of a cloud Like a dark night in autumn A black winter day
This is how the lucky feel How the blessed man think Like a daybreak in spring The sun on a spring morning Like the flat brink of a cloud Like a dark night in autumn A black winter day No darker than that Gloomier than an autumn night