Paris
Paris is where old lovers die
In cafes sipping memories
Lost loves like cream in espresso
Slowly fading, getting frigid in time
As I walk along the seine
I hold hands with the ghosts
Of times long ago
I take the metro to tomorrow
At Sacres Cœur my heart shall lie
With the memories
Of a lost love
Even she was a dream
A vision of what I desired
We sat in a bistro smelling spring air
We were lovers laughing with lovers
We thought this was all our life
This cinema plays in my mind
The windmills of life blow me away
To gardens green and deluxe
I shall play chess with old men now
Fountains flow with reminiscent desires
Of those foolish enough to dream
As I once had
I wished upon a star
I wander at midnight in Paris
Wishing for a painting
To come to life
The black painting of desire
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