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Long. Distance. Romance.

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Hadassah-Kiyoshi

Published: Jul 5, 2008

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The distance may be great.
And all we have is the phone.
We may stay up extremely late,
But we know our fate is full known.

Because I love you and you love me.
I know we'll be together again soon.
Being with you is all I think about, baby.
And fate still rings that beautiful tune.

I get butterflies in my stomach,
Just at the mere thought of you.
You know, you left me awestruck?
But texting or talking will have to make-do.

And I'll also keep dreaming of us,
Until we can see each other again.
I'll always love you forever, I promise.
Distance may be great, but it can't win.

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eh... No song title this time. Sorry loves.

Just my interpretation of those long-distance relationships. I hope it sounds like what someone might think when in this kind of relationship.

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