Heather FairLay gently a kiss upon my up turned eyesAnd speak to me of amberThat holds a hint of sadness, in her criesOne by one the keepers fading.As Heather fair passes byMocking a dream thats worth savingEvermore she then ITapestries adorned in sunlight goldIn silks and satins there she lay Listening to tears from young and oldAs Heather fair finds her way
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