Valhalla is far beyond our castle grounds,
far beyond our castle walls
alone, enjoying the coolness of country air
and the sweetness of cool flowing water,
and alert to every chirping songbird
and every whisper of the breeze
from a landscape of chosen foliage
and from the flowing waters thereof,
proudly standing, having his fill,
a lone stag on the picturesque ridge above
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