We shall be lifted on high
Raised from the dirt
All by and by yourself
Out here alone
But all good things will be born anew
Ghosts in the vapor
Ghosts in the hue of a night
So far from home
But we will march on
We shall climb mountains so tall
And stare into the ether
Into an empty so big
It makes us feel small
But all good things will be born anew
Ghosts in the vapor
Ghosts in the hue of a light
Yet to look upon
But we will march on

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