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The ancient streets, so crowded and narrow |
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Winding stairs climb up, up high |
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The air tonight hangs sour and heavy |
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I'm dying up here, love, lie with me, lie |
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The view electrical and sprawling |
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The city lights move out and on and on |
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Out there in the halo of the skyline |
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My guardian angel looks down upon me |
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Fall tonight, sweet Paris rain |
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Shower me in her warm kisses |
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A burning star over long lost highway |
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My fallen lover died so young |
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And all the gifts you gave, I have them |
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And all your love I'm still holding onto |
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She rides the halo of the skyline |
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My fallen sister died so young |
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Our last goodbye, I wanted to be there |
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To bathe the loss from your fading eyes |
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Close these sweeping, long, gray curtains |
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Dizzying, spiraling heights |
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Soft light pours into the room |
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Fingers glide over my face, a voice speaks, a figure moves |
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How could I walk these old dim halls again? |
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How could I leave this room all alone? |
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When she comes by every morning |
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Brings back pink and pale blue orchids |
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When she comes by every afternoon |
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Piano music weeps quietly as May melts into June |
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When she comes by every evening |
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Lays down beside me softly breathing |
