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Far across the plane
A voice answers
Dust on the road
Cool on my face
I keep your name at an unhurried pace
One small call from the edge of the land
One low answer rising again
I have come to the valley.
Answer me
I am far from the fire.
Still I
Keep on.
Keep on
Fire voice call
Come through the valley.
Answer me
Oh yeah
Oh yeah.
Far from the fire.
Did I m
The dust flies down, the hills turn gold