Thinkin' of Paris
Always begins and ends
With thoughts of you
and how you brought
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He finally stopped talkin'
A wave of relief washed over him
Surprised how easily came the words
As easily as how the words came
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She opened his latest letter
And looked at the picture enclosed
She read the letter; then again
She looked at the picture and smiled
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She asked, What was I sad about?
Why am I sad? Let me count the ways
There is an undercurrent
Of sadness in me
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Something magical happens
In bein' with a woman
Who can hold the heart and soul
Of an inamorato
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Full woman, supple flesh, hot moon
Thick smell of pine trees down by the river
What obscure brilliance opens between two lovers
What ancient need does a woman touch with her senses
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Ever come across a picture
That stops you for a moment
Because the picture reminds you
Of a time or a place or a someone?
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Dreamed we were in The Court of Two Sisters
The slow green fans turnin' in the courtyard
The green napkins, the waiters all in green
In early afternoon, we ordered a big breakfast
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