I passed by a window

Where an old man smiled 

and misted up the dirty pane

Behind his eyes the sadness showed 

of every steep & rocky road

He'd had to climb

Next day I thought I'd call on him

And out he came

So pale and thin

-but with that smile

And graceful guile 

He said

Son, 

in my mind, 

I'm as free as a summer breeze

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