Upon the hill of dreams I sing
Waiting one day to hear your ring
A bloody tonic is spiced by sorrow
Drinking 'way worries life not narrow
Let us act fools and break our marrow
'Til tomorrow fathom not
our taro
For there be no bad luck
In the kingdom of the young buck
Waiting one day to hear your ring
A bloody tonic is spiced by sorrow
Drinking 'way worries life not narrow
Let us act fools and break our marrow
'Til tomorrow fathom not
our taro
For there be no bad luck
In the kingdom of the young buck
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