I once met a girl who loved St. Paul
She loved me too, the best part of all
As time told, she never did stay
We were two years apart, hours away
She told me she’d move here
When the timing was right
Long distance lovers, calling at night
I flew in to see her
On a twice monthly trip
Cried at the airport, she gave me a kiss
We did this for years
I’m ashamed to admit
She was gone by tomorrow
But my city still lives
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