Tell me the stories.
Speak to me of the past, that I might better appreciate the now.
Repeat for me the orations and whispered conversations of love and intrigue.
Play for me the riffs and liquid notes that once escaped through blackened doors on
clouds of smoke.
Show me the windows of the famous, and the infamous streets — walk them with me —
so that I might, for just one moment, travel back in time.
Tell me the stories. Tell me more and more…
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