Yes, as my swift days near their goal, tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure. Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they've gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind. I'll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide. I have dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas. They've gone through and through like wine through water and altered the color of my mind. Having levelled my palace, don't erect a hovel and complacently admire your own charity in giving me that for a home. | 
