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Paul Is Dead Chapter 1 Double Fantasy December 8, 1980 All was quiet in New York at this time of night, except for four pairs of footsteps running in the dark. "Bloody Hell, are they still behind us?" One of the men asked, glasses teetering on the edge of his nose. "I dunno, I'm too afraid to look." This one had a rather large nose. They both looked at the third one while keeping a steady pace, he was chanting mantras. The fourth one was the only woman in the group, a small Asian woman about the same age as the others. She kept quiet, not having a thing to say. "We're close now; the Dakota's just around the corner." The man with

Watching you from afar You're the dot on my radar My chest starts beating rapidly From behind the sliding window My hair streaming from the airflow You suddenly turned and gazed at me Where am I going? I'm running without knowing So started our game of hide and seek Dashing around the halls I pick myself up from falls Why is he running after me Catching me his arms wrap around I feel like I'm on a merry-go-round What is this warm intensity? Please don't let me go I want this precious moment to slow Just make time itself freeze! I was too shy to say The feelings I wanted to convey Yet they are now appearing for you to se

Watching the flowers bloom On a windy spring day I felt as light as a feather I did not realize I was floating away in the wind But you reached out and saved me So that I would not fly away again You tied on my finger a small red string I could not help but blush As it slowly fluttered in the wind A chill as cold as ice Froze my body still Alone in this darkness Would I stay here forever? I felt a tug on my finger Tearfully I glanced down At the small red string guiding me into the light I would have never believed To stand here in the light Before you in this white dress But all my doubt washed away When I looked down at

Standing here in the cold rain My bruised body covered by torn, muddied clothes I let out a prideful yell And charged forward fists raised I always used to fight for myself In the boring existence I called my life But you opened my eyes to the world Now I had someone I needed to protect You reached out to me with your hand Carefree of the enemies that surrounded us I stood back up, my face swollen and bruised As your voice sang in my head "Sha la la" So even if the whole world go against you I don't care what they say I will be your sword and take them all on So that you can continue to live on And even if the world ends tom