Two strangers
Each with their thoughts
Walking hand in hand
Under the moon
He climbs the fence
To go down by the lake
Glances back with a smile
“Are you coming?”
She hesitates
And she wants to say “No.”
But she doesn't.
No, she doesn't.
Two strangers
Walking hand in hand
By the water
Under the moon
Without her permission
He kisses her lips
And she wants to say “No.”
But she doesn't.
No, she doesn't.
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