O blessed bard! You understood
me! Likewise, I rejoice
to once have known a man who could
appreciate my voice!
Most said it sounded crazy, or
they'd laughingly dispute
my song as being really more
a hiccup in a hoot.
A golden time indeed to hear
my music set to words!
But now that you're no longer near,
my singing's for the birds.
My empty cry just fades away
in echoes through the hills.
I wander, lonely, since the day
You spied those daffodils.
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