"...Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away, If you can use some exotic booze, There's a bar in far Bombay, Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away...Once I get you up there where the air is rarefied...We'll just glide, starry-eyed, Once I get you up there I'll be holding you so near you may hear all the angels cheer because we're together; Weather-wise it's such a lovely day, You just say the words and we'll beat the birds down to Acapulco Bay...Come fly with me..."
Mr. Sinatra para Noah y Allie en una tarde de verano en la playa en la que sueñan que la libertad propia del verano llegue intacta a los meses de invierno...toda su historia de amor quedará recogida en un diario...

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