When I reach out my hand, I want you to be the first to hold it, and we can take off on a remarkable journey. We'll get lost in a place with just you and I , and we can be here forever. And when the rain gets too heavy, we'll squeeze beneath the rocks. And when it gets too cold, we'll wrap our arms around eachother and act as if we're just cuddling by the fireplace we were once familiar with. And we'll be happy on our amazing journey. So very happy. And when the sun becomes too hot, we'll sit under a tree. And if ever you're feeling under the weather, I'll find water in a nearby lake, and I'll nurse you back into your normal skin. It'll be just you and I and we'll be so very cheerful. We'll be so very perfect on our getaway. When you need me, I'll be right where I always am. You'll be so glad to have grabbed my hand. And I'll be so glad that you did as well, for there is noone I'd rather run away with. Let's forget the world we left behind, because it's useless, in this far away place. Let's disreguard those we have abandoned because they have abandoned us far before we escaped. This may not be what you hoped for, but you'll see. It'll be all that you could want. Far away is the place with the pain. Over here, they can't hurt you. They can't hurt us, and they won't ever catch us, for only we know about this garden of life. You'll forget all images of tears from sadness and you'll become great friends with tears of joy. You'll only know if you join me on this sacred adventure. And we'll be happily ever after, forever, on this runaway of just you and I.
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