I see the white light ahead
The air as thick as fresh sliced bread
Several horses, a band of merrymen
Crossing the sour hills of the glen
Alas, this light shines upon
Their eyes, blessed with mirth, yet forlorn
Come now soldier, dance with me
Let us join our hands with piety
For as long as I see this light,
From this tower’s sickening height,
I will dance unremittingly.
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