He speaks, it's the sound of the wise old owl
He laughs, it's the lit up face of the gleeful child
He walks, it's the stride of the knight won a battle
He lives, it's the life of a soul with much to awe
Oh that bark! You are doomed
Oh that eye! You are watched
Oh that smile! You are bewitched
Oh that mind! You are judged
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