| How Does A Moment Last Forever (Montmartre) |
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| This is the Paris of my childhood |
| These were the borders of my life |
| In this crumbling, dusty attic |
| Where an artist loved his wife |
| I was the baby in that cradle |
| All that I knew was I was loved |
| Now I’m sure of so much more |
| Or am I…? |
| Easy to remember, harder to move on |
| Knowing the Paris of my childhood is gone |
