I want someone to hold my hand,
I want someone to take me on a far land,
Where only both of us will reside,
No one will be there to disturb our lovely time,
He will be there for me,
And I will be there for him,
We will be together,
And spend our whole life,
Hand in hand,
Away from all,
Away from the whole world,
We will walk together,
We will write our destiny with our own hands.
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