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High above
Two pilgrims of the mist
Your words drift to me
Those words I can't resist
We are higher than the setting Sun
Made of metal, we are made of stone
When the day returns, all that I dream
Is that your shadow falls upon my own
Don't tell me
Of wicked human ways
I'll hang around here
And dream of you for days
We are higher than the setting Sun
Made of metal, we are made of stone
When the day returns, all that I dream
Is that your shadow falls upon my own
