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I’m walking down a hall unknown
To find a place to seat my throne
I hear a sound, a lovely tune
But alas there’s no piano room
I open doors and follow the sound
But at each corner I turn around
One dead end, another there
See look! I found a dollar here
A tip, I thought; that’s what I’ll do
Just after I hear song or two

A door is cracked; I wonder why
I cannot chance to pass it by
At a bench I see a boy so fair
With almond eyes and butter hair
Young and innocent, or so he seemed
And in his eyes there was a gleam
A satisfaction of love once known
This is no place to seat my throne