When it was that I saw, When I ate and moved my jaw; I saw a bunch of empty chairs- I know the scene's not so rare. And I thought it was inhumane A solitary place like this to gain. I hate to say farewell But I had to say farewell; And here I know I'm not well-- And to paradise I said farewell. I thought and thought with crooked brow, When the moonlight to me did show My guitar, my only living company! With joy I took it, my chum! My honey! A hand on it and Ah! With joy I shout "Hurrah!" I left despair and grabbed peace- And then to my guitar I did kiss! The rhythm of the strings Made the birds move their wings, The moon became sun And I was no more alone.

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