baby, you're--

let's go on a journey together under
the starry night sky and maybe traverse
the whispering fields and meet in
the shadows under the grand
oak tree to tell
clichéd love stories in the dark and
fall asleep amongst october leaves while you
close your eyes and lean against
my shoulder;
and i know that this is
the last story that you'll tell and the last
journey that we'll travel

--baby, you're just a memory.

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