Three Thousand Miles
From three thousand miles away,
She waits for me to say,
What's in my heart,
And that we'll never part,
Such words come easy to me
For it is all I see
A love so sweet
Time nor distance can compete
We are as one
Under the Golden Sun,
Which barely does match her hair,
Oh, I wish I was there,
To hold her hand,
Walk that golden sand,
Into the distant light
Of eternal love so right
From three thousand miles away,
These are the words I say.
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