(Lloyd & Verlaine)
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Up on the high, high hills - with my floating friend -
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Watchin' all the silver - no one can ever spend
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I feel the touch of her hand and all it will erase;
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These footprints I followed tho they followed my every pace -
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Days, be more than all we have.
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No matter how much I cross I always see the same stream.
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I'm standing up on these bridges that are standing in a dream.
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Days
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