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This distance kills me

how i yearn for thee.

i really want u with me.

divided by the state lines.

I count the passing road signs.

i wish for ur touch.

i don't ask for much.

a kiss here and there.

a sweet embrace that only we could share.

so often that people would stare.

so i've come to you.

knowing that you'l be always be true.

i've taken all the risks.

and past the rising mist.

i've found you.

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