We were so close
I had you right at the tips of my fingers
like the shore is to the sea
now we are separated by miles and space
like the wolf is to the moon
though I see her we will not be
so I'll cry in the night when no one else can see
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC
We were so close
I had you right at the tips of my fingers
like the shore is to the sea
now we are separated by miles and space
like the wolf is to the moon
though I see her we will not be
so I'll cry in the night when no one else can see
Some people aren't easy to leave behind
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