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(Gary Moore/Philip Lynott)
I remember Paris in '49.
The Champs Elysee, Saint Michel,
and old Beaujolais wine.
And I recall that you were mine
in those Parisienne days.
Looking back at the photographs.
Those summer days spent outside corner cafes.
Oh, I could write you paragraphs,
about my old Parisienne days.