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We’ll run away,
Along the hills.
Silky grass under our heels.
Don’t say a word.
Just follow me.
This is the place to set you free.
They call her one word, Chloe.
She’ll show us wear to go.
In hems and threads to sew.
Don’t you feel it?
This is where we belong.
Under the sun,
Drifting peace along.
Draped around without a sound,
Just winds breezing
On the car abound.
We’ll drive away,
Hair floating astray.
In this land,
We’ll make a band.
Band of sistery,
In this place of mystery.

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Image cred: http://thefashionography.com/chloe-fall-winter-2014-2015/