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I walk over you
Your spirit in the mist rises right through me
The light from the rising sun shines so blinding
The songs from the morning birds sing sweet
I walk over you
And your name carved in stone
As you lie there all alone
But who is more alone... you or me?
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Your spirit in the mist rises right through me
The light from the rising sun shines so blinding
The songs from the morning birds sing sweet
I walk over you
And your name carved in stone
As you lie there all alone
But who is more alone... you or me?
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