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