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Sweet Illinois

Time passes slower than the space between

The mile markers are nothing more than distance

A length no match for the threads of my heart

To reach and crawl if only all for you

Hold me closer to this life

As your touch my soul with those blue eyes

Color my world with sweet anticipation

Of what could possibly come to be

The moon reveals her porcelain skin

As we laid by the lake late that summer night

Only worried about missing the stars 

as they fell from the sky in their brilliant light

Could this possibly the the end

Of life without a reason?

Could this possibly be the day

That I hear her softly say

Everything will be okay

i promise dear, everything will be okay