Days that i call mine is the best,
The days that i call mine is that i wont let nobody
Bring me down the days that i call mine is because i will
Fight for everything that i believe in but yet ...
Still sing the mocking fairies, as of old,
Beneath the shade of thorn and holly-tree;
The west wind breathes upon them, pure and cold,
And wolves still dread Diana roaming free
In secret woodland with her company.
'Tis thought the peasants' hovels know her rite
When now the wolds are bathed in silver light,
And first the moonrise breaks the dusky grey,
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