I heard bump, bump, bump, going up the stairs behind him, and disappearing forever into the distance.I am forever closed.Perhaps it was only a relative of his.The old soul of wisdom could better.I'd been there before.He learned that he had earned his graceful dance, and he'd never go hunting again.Then she said, perhaps there is trickle in a power of the world.And somewhere in the mountain, she heard a distinct good-night call of the other one.The old soul of wisdom said,Hello, good-night.And to give you the chance to find that leafy old man, you'll probably find him there to this day.So he did.The small dog and the lonely prince were going to get one.The old soul of wisdom said,Hello, good-night.And they went.And they went.But still lost their mind.It's not over yet, Charlie said.It hasn't really done.You may consider so.They will be nesting in the peace room.Every one of them.For a slum of every one of the many sealshad been a little common thing up this side of Doberman.At least something, but it's new.But it never failed to have its own effect.When they danced this time, all the old things were new.And they performed the turn of many one.bey you and me.They would like to have another face.I don't think they ever will..And he was sitting up right here.sausage, straight back home to bed. He said he would burst with happiness. We are thewilloughbys. We never will. We'll never be. The bad old days we'll never see. Oh happy,happy, happy we.Subtitles by the Amara.org community