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7 Hundred and 63 miles.
7 Hundred and 63 miles apart.
Still in each others hearts
We never met
Only through starlite on the net.
And with the telephone
Calling each other at our home.
As I talked to sweet Don yesterday
Many times we'd say.
How we'd dip together our ink
Time flies by oh how you think
We would be like 2 peas in a pot he said
Old thoughts run through our head
We'd dip our pens and write of love and dancing through the night
Don is an old friend from starlite.
If only closer we'd live to one another
Every day we'd talk of our happiness and troubles.
7 hundred and 63 miles apart
Still in each others heart.

By just_little_me

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