Act 1
Sing me a song,
That hasn't been sung before
Whisper in my ear until the sun breaks
And run alongside me
In the darkest of forests
While beasts lurk out of sight;
Hold my hand tightly
As if your life depended on it
And as we break free of the forest
Gasping at the air like mad,
The sun falls out of sight
And she smiles,
Holds my hand tightly;
And off we run into the night.
Again.
(C) locketheart
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