Follow me...
Do exactly as I do.
Through the medows
Over the warm rocks
And down the grassy hills we go;
Always holding hands
Never saying no.
I can hear the sound
of a thousand birds chirping.
Just like your voice
Your warmth
Your smile.
Your hand in mine...
never letting go.
Leaving our past beind-
Running as fast as we can.
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