Fall in love with me,
please.
Fall in love with me
and I will fly you
to a corner of Rue Saint-Denis
in 1962
so that our hearts will know music
and starlight
and aching
so that our tears will fill our glasses,
so that we will live everlasting,
so that you will understand
everything,
see all that I have seen,
in all the eras
that are beautiful and fleeting
and forever only just happening.
Fall in love with me,
please.
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