His hand gripped to mine
Down this winding road we drive
We know where we are going..
Actually that's a lie
But does it even matter?
Because at last it's just
Him and I
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Garden: A collection of poems
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Him and I
His hand gripped to mine
Down this winding road we drive
We know where we are going..
Actually that's a lie
But does it even matter?
Because at last it's just
Him and I
