You and Paris
Once in a while I'll hear a voice or see a smile,
A glimpse of hand will brush aside a strand of hair,
And for just a moment I'll be there
With you again in Paris.
The midnight walks along the Seine,
The quiet talks in quaint cafes,
I close my eyes and hear you say, "Je t'aime",
And for just a moment there I am
With you back then in Paris.
So young, so gay, how could we know love fades away,
The flame will die when time and distance lie between?
At times I wonder, though, what might have been,
When I think of you and Paris.
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