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Tall friends

Wet morning sky and grass,

I can feel the fog rolling along horizon

 

Hello strange figures far away,

tall as the hills and wearing the mist

 

Can\'t see your faces but I can tell you\'re friendly,

carry on your travels to other pleasant places

 

Goodbye hilltop friend,

disappear deep into the overcast planes,

I\'ll go back to bed, and remember your visit