I will remember you.
Will you remember me?
It really isn't that hard to see,
you belong with me.
Through the forests
and across the seas,
we could do whatever we please.
In the meadow we sit on our knees
and through our hair
we feel the west wind's gentle breeze.
Now can you see you belong with me?
I do...
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