Lyrics:

Diary I kept on days of
Fiery love was a kind of
Donory thing

Really my illness cause was
Loneliness. But I've met my fairy

Happily, I wrote about, my wintry past
My wintry past left behind and
Assurance... to live's bitterly

No need I felt to feed a greed
For sadness, to help to sow the seed

Excelsior! I fly higher! I love her!
I do adore her more and more!
Excelsior! I fly higher! Yes, I am her's!
I really love her more and more!

Early it was made start on folly which lied in it.
And I went ahead
And deed to change the course
Was a feat.

Really my illness cause was
Loneliness. Harry to be
To be free