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There is a special girl,
Who lives many miles away. Hearing her gentle voice, Could turn the night into day. Though I don’t see her face, I can sense her smiling. As the phone is lifted in one hand, And the other my number is dialing. Every moment talking to her, Brings me more and more bliss. And every moment we aren’t, Are moments in which I miss. I don’t worry how far away, Or how long we will be apart. In my own thoughts and mind, She lives right within my heart. Others may never fully understand, What we both feel every day. But I don’t care what others think, Or even what any others say. So say what you will, About distance and other things. We will stand the test of time, And whatever life decides to bring.
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