My eyes are weeping torrents-
But my soul's undeniably thirsty,
There's an ocean so close to where I stand,
But I can't drink its water, it's salty.

The stars like diamonds stud the sky,
So beautiful, but up so high,
The butterfly in my garden everyday I see,
But fail to touch its little body.

Maybe some things are better far away,
A miles walk rather than a centimeter to pace,
Like you and I-
We aren't meant for a close stay.

So we better be the way we are,
Far away.
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