Seven sixty eight miles away,
and I’m intoxicated by you again today.
Seven sixty eight miles away,
tell me not to stop longing you this way.
Seven sixty eight miles away,
and I will wait for you day after day.
n.e
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 11:33 AM UTC
Seven sixty eight miles away,
and I’m intoxicated by you again today.
Seven sixty eight miles away,
tell me not to stop longing you this way.
Seven sixty eight miles away,
and I will wait for you day after day.
n.e
A short verse dedicated to D.
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