I speak to you from far away
Yet I make no sound
When you reply, I am warmed
And feel comfort, joy
We speak and sing of strange things
Yet one thing is consistent
I cannot wrest my mind from you
And so my mind is absent
And now the clock strikes twelve
And separate we must
But I shall see you soon
And in this faith I trust
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