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Meet me where the river flows deep and wide
Run while the august fire is burning
In the waning light of the setting sun
Run down to the river, we'll go sailing home
Underneath a crimson red harvest moon
Run with the amber light unfurling
While the sleeping lilies still perfumed
Chaperon our path which goes sailing home
Sailing home...
We'll underneath a star clad blanket fly
Out through the veil of night, where the willows blow
In the waking light of the morning sun
There'll be no need to go sailing home
Home...
In the waking light of the morning sun
We'll bow to the river and be back home
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