Away.

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Let's run away...
Run away,
Afar and alone
To the walls of silence
And forgotten stones.

Let's run away...
To the oceans deep
Where tides are none
And tears can seep.

Let's run away...
Into the deep dark woods
Where no creatures sound
With no soul around.

Let's run away, friend...
Into our past lands
Through sands of time
And our entwined hands.

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