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The distance. A long empty void stretching over the ocean. It’s a pity a paper cup phone can’t reach that far. I have so many things to tell you. I have sent you so many kisses with the western wind. The distance. A dark and empty silence. It’s a pity you can’t read my mind. I have so many things to explain. I have ideas for us, that I’ve dreamt up all day. The distance. An battle easily won. It’s a pity we have to fight at all. I have so many things to show you. I have a love that I can’t communicate to you fulfilling. The distance. Eats at me everyday. It’s a pity that it is a diminishing expense. I have so many things I feel for you. I have the memories of how I felt in your arms.
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Sep 17, 2010
Sep 17, 2010 at 3:28 PM UTC
If only I could Apparate.
The distance. A long empty void stretching over the ocean. It’s a pity a paper cup phone can’t reach that far. I have so many things to tell you. I have sent you so many kisses with the western wind. The distance. A dark and empty silence. It’s a pity you can’t read my mind. I have so many things to explain. I have ideas for us, that I’ve dreamt up all day. The distance. An battle easily won. It’s a pity we have to fight at all. I have so many things to show you. I have a love that I can’t communicate to you fulfilling. The distance. Eats at me everyday. It’s a pity that it is a diminishing expense. I have so many things I feel for you. I have the memories of how I felt in your arms.
britta
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britta
Norwegian
Sep 17, 2010
Sep 17, 2010 at 3:28 PM UTC
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