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Touched from afar.
She is in another country,
But her words have still touched me.
She sleeps in a far away land,
But in my dreams she is with me.
We are so far apart,
Yet she touches my heart.
I long for the day to come,
When in my arms I can hold her.
I wish I could feel her warmth,
As we press our bodies together.
That day would be great,
But I wish I didn’t have to wait.
I think of her when I awake;
I think of her when I’m in bed.
And all the hours in between,
I think of all she has said.
I’m thinking of her always,
Thinking about everything she says.
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Aside from my great plans to become the future dictator of the moon, I have little interest in political discussions.
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