I remember Paris nineteen fourty nine.
The Champs Elysee, San Michelle,
and old Beaujolais wine.
And I recall that you were mine
in those Parisienne days.
Looking back at the photographs.
Those summer days spent outside on corner cafes.
Ooh, I could write you paragraphs,
about my old Parisienne days.
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