"Can you chase me till you my feet touch the ground,
And go dancing,
Tambourin style walking in a single file,
You whisper half thoughts to me.
Should we make believe you remember me
From a holiday delayed by a storm?
Should we chance our arms arms
Set to high noon until the shiver in the river is gone?"
"Since you suggested running away,
It's romantic."
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