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Far by Helena Sangrilth

Far. The dearest place is far. As lovely as this sound is to me, Is who you really are. My self with you I can be. Far. The dearest music is far. The silence with my ears I can see, With my eyes I can hear a star. Music has bound me to thee. Far. The dearest man is far. It stings me like a bee Those warm feelings; they are far. Who gives up first? We shall see.

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