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A lady known as Paris,
romantic and charming
Has left her old companions
and faded from view
Lonely men with lonely eyes
are seeking her in vain
Her streets are where they were,
but there's no sign of her
She has left the Seine

The last time I saw Paris,
her heart was warm and gay
I heard the laughter of her heart
in every street café
The last time I saw Paris,
her trees were dressed for spring
And lovers walked beneath those trees
and birds found songs to sing

I dodged the same old taxicabs
that I had dodged for years
The chorus of their squeaky 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

I'll think of happy hours,
and people who shared them
Old women, selling flowers,
in markets at dawn
Children who applauded,
Punch and Judy in the park
And those who danced at night
and kept our Paris bright
Till the town went dark

The last time I saw Paris,
her heart was warm and gay
I heard the laughter of her heart
in every street café
The last time I saw Paris,
her trees were dressed for spring
And lovers walked beneath those trees
and birds found songs to sing

I dodged the same old taxicabs
that I had dodged for years
The chorus of their squeaky 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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