Thirteen days from now
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a jet will set you down at summer's end
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Separating by miles of empty sky me from my friend
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A regular goodbye won't do at all
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so I will write your address down
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I'll send thoughts across like morse code
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lines and dots to your new hometown
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Your effect on me is too deep to state
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I'll write it on my arm with a permanent pen
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The stain will stay for days
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Will its meaning ever end?
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Your life is breaking open
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Streams of words unspoken wash over my brain
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as I watch your wings,
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young and unfolding,
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carry you away
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This blurry feeling is hard to state
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Though we never said love,
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it hung in the air
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Now the feelings are fading along with your name
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Lines And Dots
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DESA |