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Made from an angel's hand, with a spirit on highMoving closer to the center of the sweet by and byGlowing like a candle in the black of the nightGolden shimmers of pure love, racing down the pale starlightShe don't wanna be the faraway girlShe needs love though they're a thousand miles apartSometimes the dove will land in my front yardBringing tidings from the faraway girlLiving near the angels, some call it paradiseChasing through the alleys, a dream inside her mindHow many broken arrows lie stillborn at your feetDo you find it easy to smile on people that you meet? From Letras Mania