Every time I look down on this timeless town whether blue or gray be her skies. Whether loud be her cheers or soft be her tears, more and more do I realize:
I love Paris in the springtime. I love Paris in the fall. I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles, I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles.
I love Paris every moment, every moment of the year. I love Paris, why, oh why do I love Paris? Because my love is near.
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4 comments:
That's amazing! Does water still runs under that bridge?
How cool! Would love to know more about it :-)
Laurent,
I think I've seen this but can't remember where it is.
V
This is unbelievable! I wonder if his house is damp.
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