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Apr 2019
Meet me in Paris,  
at midnight,  in June
We'll laugh at the stars
and we'll dance on the moon

We'll drink in cafés,
and we'll hide from the day
I'll be there, a vision, 
waiting for you

Bliss amid chaos,
the eye of the storm
Touch me like lightning
I've felt this before

We'll cling in the dark,
in a shower of sparks
and kiss with the whisper
of promises sworn

Float down the river
Forget Me Not,
as it tickles The Land
of What If

We'll lie on our backs,
and reflect on the past,
and dream of the life
that we tragically missed

I often remember
that pivotal day,
in that terminal second,
when everything changed

Our choices diverged,
and emotions submerged,
but the love that was hidden
always remained

Surge down the river
Forget Me Not
as it's flooding The Land
of What If

We'll dream of the past
that was stolen too fast,
remember the very first
time that we kissed?

Meet me in Paris,
at midnight in June,
we'll shine like the stars,
and we'll glow like the moon

Where everything seems
like we're chasing our dreams,
I'll be there, I promise,
waiting for you

Meet me in Paris, at midnight, in June
Written by
Keith Thompson
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