Will You Come Follow Me

Will you come follow me
Through high grasses
That could touch the sky
Then wade through a brook
To the other side
Through dense forest dark with gloom
To find the hiding place
We use to go to when young
Where we played the day away
Dreaming;
Pretending;
Knowing we could be anything
Will you follow me back there
Like we did in the past

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