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On my hat a feather,
 * In my hand a staff,

I have wandered slowly,
 * The world’s better half.

Far away from your heart,
 * Far and far away,

When I could not think, heart,
 * Then I sang all day.

On my hat a feather,
 * In my heart a pain,

I have wandered slowly,
 * O’er and o’er the plain.

But at length I turned me,
 * Once more to the past.

Useless to forget thee—
 * Heart, I came at last.