You may be so far away,
But I'll see you again someday.
I don't need a shooting star,
To know you love me, near or far.
Even with this Gypsy soul,
I think of you and I am whole.
And if the road doth beckon me,
Someday together we shall be.
'Till I can see your eyes,
Please, love, do not cry.
And with each passing day,
The sooner I'll be heading your way.
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