The Prisoner

And, in the stillness of the night,
I hear my neighbour moan
And think about the sorry plight
Of one who lives alone.

And, though I know I live that way –
And always shall do, too –
I still recall each happy day
I got to spend with you.

Then there can be no gloom for sure;
For once to know such bliss
Lights up your life for evermore.
Then what can go amiss?

And so, when next I leave my cell,
I stop and wish my neighbour well.

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