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Long Island Isn't So Far Away
A hamlet I’ve not heard of stands between my love and I
An Ellis Island of hope to lead me to my fresh beginning
Whither it comes on the horizon I wait to see my star
A lad with shining eyes, dark hair there waits in wonder.
We wished on waves and counted the miles between us
Toiled the time drawing sketch of fireflies and writing in moonlight
I heard the song that put me to sleep and brought me to dream once more
Thought of his face as I longed for whispered promises between us.
I wore the emerald marker upon my self with pride
There to denote my intended lover’s fallen demise
At last seen the ridge I have drifted toward in haste
A promise land in a new place.