18 June 2009 – (4)
Take my hand, we’ll run away, travel to places we have never been before. We’ll see forests, mountains, volcanoes, seas. We’ll leave permanent footprints everywhere we go. Just me and you against the word. Strong, united, never alone. All you have to do dear, is say yes; Take my hand.
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