The last time I saw Paris

The last time I saw Paris
Her heart was warm and gray
I heard the laughter of her heart
In every street cafe

The last time I saw Paris
Her trees were dressed for spring
And lovers walked beneath those trees
And birds found songs to sing

The last time I saw Paris
Her heart was warm and gay
No matter how they change her
I’ll remember her that way

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