"Wings of the feather, Blue as the Night;
When will you come?
Come to me tonight."
Tonight I saweth a blue feather floating, floating, floating...
It swirled and twirled in the air above me.
I knew it loved me, I thought I loved it too.
Oh what to do, Oh what to do?
Farewell dear feather.
Farewell.
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