Chair of love

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I wait for the day

When I will rock my ache away

On the chair we will make

Of our love. But today, 

Back and forth my soul sways, 

For a buried gem miles away

Keeps calling my name, 

And our distance is to blame, 

So the thousand miles I should mount

And learn to count, 

The days left for us to meet.

But our love wouldn't go astray, 

For I will dig her up

And make her shine all over again, 

Then sharp she will cut the woods

And I will begin. 

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