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Length and width and depth/
Distance has always been one with many directions. The mountains above, the rivers below, the fields afar/ Distance has always been one with many terrains. Crisp spring dew, hot summer nights, cool winter snow/ Distance has always been one with many seasons. War and peace and secrets/ Distance has always been one with many conflicts. Sorrow and tranquility and pride and anger and pain/ And hate. Distance has always been filled with emotions. But I know this above all things/ Love does not have to deal in distance. It does not need to fly across oceans or traverse mountains/ or risk wars or flourish in peace/ or suffer weathers of heat and cold/ or deal with other emotions or sensations that stop all other things. Love is distanceless/ Love is timeless/ Love is always/ Love is. This is how you know that no matter where I am/ And no matter where you are/ The love that I have for you/ The love you have for me/ The love between us will never be stopped. Distance is a fickle and ranging thing/ But love is not.
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