Oh lovely feather brushing my cheek
How sweet the sound of the moan I cry
The curtains are swelling with a breeze coming in
On the year's first summer night
You will never know the gold it cost me
To go down that river with you,
I hope you believe that it all comes easy,
I wish I could feel that way too.
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