The Closest Star

It seems I’ve gone this long without understanding her
There are oak trees and Douglas fir
Growing up between the spaces that we left
I look at her and it’s all theft
It’s all subterfuge and cavalcade
But, my God, she’ll never age
Only remain the eternal we are
Light years away from the closest star

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