Your felt hat
And question me
I don’t know
Where had to be
Wherever been
Whatever done
My trips are mean
Acquired none
When couldn’t see
The Polar star
It showed me
I’ve got too far
In sights of Rome
No joy I met
On my way home
I’ve found that
What makes up set
Are crack of dawn
And your felt hat
To greet the morn
If you say ‘Go
And question me
Now surely know
With you I’ll be
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