Near and Far Away
Near and Far Away
Near and far away,
there she is, near to me, in my head,
Yet, her lovely body is far away,
so far away she is from me,
my love, my dear.
Still I can hear her sing softly in my ear.
As her blue velvet hands, painted in white
bare flesh, hold me together,
when the sun sets, I can hear
her laughing with joy, but
at the same time, I hear
cries of sorrow, and it
starts to rain, both
near and far away.
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