Why do you keep popping up in my head like the forbidden apple to Eve.
I am finally gonna see the Eiffel Tower. On my birthday. Mabbe with someone. or some people. or mabbe alone. Actually I would rather alone.
The air is mild, it's telling you to cheer up. The flowers are telling you to cheer up. The birds, the stars, life itself, they're all telling you to cheer up. And I'm telling you to go and see a psychiatrist.
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