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Copy that.
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You are missing the big picture here, Dylan.
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There is a place in Paris, Pont des Arts.
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Sometimes in the mornings I sit on a bench there.
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And I watch the people make a wish
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and lock it in a lock on the bridge.
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Then throw the key into the Seine.
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All day they do this.
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Mothers, lovers, old men.
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Watching the key sink into the water
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and their secret is locked away forever.
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Real and, at the same time, magical.