/This is dedicated to my penpals over the last two years/
This is for my friend,
who is near and yet far
and the only bonds we have among
are but our hearts and these stars.
We talk a lot I say
and yet, we've never known our eyes.
It is but this moon that carries them -
the messages sung by the tides.
There is music, a little
when the winds blow past
they learn of me, the ways to sing
and to sing my friend in a lovely bass.
This is for my friend,
who is near and yet far
and though we have a lot to say,
we don't really talk.
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