The last time I saw Paris,
Her heart was warm and gay;
I heard the laughter of her heart
The last time I saw Paris,
Her trees were dressed for spring,
And lovers walked beneath those trees
And birds found songs to sing.
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I dodged the same old taxi c abs that I had dodged for years;
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The chorus of their squeeky horns was music to my ears.
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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