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May 10, 2005 02:46

Grab my hand,
Lets run through the darkened hallway
Hand in hand
Into the light.
Run with me
Through the grassy meadows
Down the stone-made path
To the rushing water.
Follow me,
Down the spiral crystal staircase
Seeing my dress sparkle
And the chandelier
Glow with light.
But when we march into battle,
Carry my shield
And wear my armor
As I swing my sword,
Unguarded,
Against our foes.
At the end of the fight
I might lay wounded
But I would look at your face
Touch your hand,
In hopes you would carry me home.
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