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Up on the high, high hills with my floating friend
Watching all the silver no one can ever spend
I feel the touch of her hand and all it will erase
These footprints I followed though they followed my every pace
Days, days, 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
Days, days, days be more than all we have
Days, days, days …………..