this is how the lucky feel how the blessed man think like daybreak in spring the sun on a spring morning like the flat brink of a cloud like a dark night in autumn but how do i feel in my gloomy depths this is how the lucky feel how the blessed man think like daybreak in spring like the flat brink of a cloud like a dark night in autumn a black winter day this is how the lucky feel how the blessed man think like daybreak in spring like the flat brink of a cloud like a dark night in autumn a black winter day no darker than that gloomier than an autumn night  a black winter day