<< A Dedication >> 10 September, 2003 :: 5:59 p.m.
Don't be confused by my apparent lack of ceremony,
my mind is clear.
I may be low or miles high off in the distance,
I want you near
and if they take me flying on the magic carpet, see me wave.
if our communication fails I'll reconnect it, I want to rave.
no matter where the road is leading us remember don't be afraid,
we have a continent that sometimes comes between us, that's ok.
I love you
Even when I'm sleeping
when I close my eyes you're everywhere
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