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*93 million miles*
His warmth takes 8 minutes to reach my face
Not hard to differentiate
Love from lust
Just like the Midas touch
Take my dreams and turn it into reality
93 million miles
When he lays down to rest
The reflection of his divine nature can still be seen from the soft light of the moon
In my room
I sit and reflect
93 million miles
Bringing into existence an understanding that only the two of us can see
The distance may seem so far
But you are always right here with me
93 million miles…
Not hard to differentiate
Love from lust
Just like the Midas touch
Take my dreams and turn it into reality
93 million miles
When he lays down to rest
The reflection of his divine nature can still be seen from the soft light of the moon
In my room
I sit and reflect
93 million miles
Bringing into existence an understanding that only the two of us can see
The distance may seem so far
But you are always right here with me
93 million miles…
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