Tout le monde
Loves a lover.
So they say.
Une jeune fille
Lost in love
Wearing rose-rose tinted glasses
And wandering
Paris.
No longer young am I
And my fashion fits my form
Paris a dream of younger days
Golden days past
The jeunesse dorée and I
Carousing
In the 6th arrondissement
Or strolling along
The banks of the Seine
In sympathy together.
And now I stare out the window
Trapped inside
This aging shell
Sans amour
Toute seule
And reminisce.
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