I was a happy docile child
One day I don't remember
I walked out on the hills
Heard music of the pipes
By a lake's edge
I live in a palace under the water
There are no sounds, no sights, down here
Everyone has gone away
To a great ball, they say
There are mice here
And I sit on a rush mat…
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