.A feather fell on the ground in front of me,
The evening sun, it crept on in,
Blue turned to black and the stars shone endlessly;
All of love isn't free.
Holding my hand like a script in a picture,
and holding my wrist like you're choking death,
The look in your eye speaks like.
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