Never mind, never fear

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Well, I'll tell you what happened with our great Don Quichotte
After those days, were plenty of battles with mills and millers
He was tired and became one of them, a big and black mill,  one that
Stands on the hill looking into the distance with his tight crossed arms
You can just recognize him there among them by
His crucifix turned into the crosswise
It is motionless in spite of the wind being strong
And old Oberon sits under the throne
With the donkey's head on his shoulders
He looks closely onto the horizon
What does he see?
That is the question. Any wiseacre
May be thinks he sees just himself
But he would be wrong with such surmise
Oberon sees the Divine surrounding by the elves
He enjoys her wonderful dance
Being sure that he's just the spectator
Of the next of a series of the TV programs
You will be surprised
Meeting that company
In the same field
Just at other times
Where formerly
We built
The great castle of our dreams
Don't worry, my friend
That's just a comedy
Someone's illusion,
The spring-night's fake
Which has its own end
You may make
The conclusion
With water or air
Or with sand
Never mind
Never fear