This is how the lucky feel how the blessed think like daybreak in spring the sun on a spring morning Like the flat brink of a cloud like a dark night in the autumn
But how do I feel in my gloomy depths?
This is how the lucky feel how the blessed think like daybreak in spring Like the flat brink of a cloud like a dark night in the autumn a black winter day
This is how the lucky feel how the blessed think like daybreak in spring the sun on a spring morning
Like the flat brink of a cloud like a dark night in the autumn a black winter day no, darker than that gloomier than an autumn night