I'M MILES ABOVE YOU.

Half of what I say is meaningless, but I say it just to reach you, Julia. Julia, Julia, oceanchild, calls me, so I sing a song of love, Julia. Julia, seashell eyes, windy smile, calls me, so I sing a song of love, Julia. Her hair of floating sky is shimmering, glimmering
in the sun. Julia, Julia, morning moon, touch me, so I sing a song of love, Julia. When I cannot sing my heart, I can only speak my mind, Julia. Julia, sleeping sand, silent cloud, touch me, so I sing a song of love, Julia. Hum hum hum hum... calls me, so I sing a song of love for Julia, Julia, Julia.

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