I walked along a winding path,
A path forested and forlorn,
Occasionally I heard the call,
Of some prowling night animal,
I walked until I came across,
A gay troop merry and drunk,
Drunk not on the wine from fruit,
But on the wine of life.
They warmly invited me,
To sit and dine with them,
Danced and sang all night long,
And finally dropped to sleep.
I thought I needn't travel alone,
But Stirring from my sleep,
I found my jolly company,
Had also forsaken me.
Standing up, I dusted myself,
And made this mighty clear,
Alone I came, alone I'd travel,
Atleast in my life here!
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