| I heard a love song in Paris,
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| One I will never forget.
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| Somehow my memory clings to The theme of this warm chansonette.
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| One that Parisian lovers
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| Sing to their mademoiselles,
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| It’s more than a tune, it’s a legend,
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| And here is the story it tells.
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| You will find your love in Paris
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| When you walk along the Seine.
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| When you fall in love in Paris,
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| It’s a river of champagne!
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| There’s an old romantic legend that’s
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| Been told for hundreds of years;
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| When you lose your love in Paris,
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| Then the Seine is filled with tears!
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| You will find your love in Paris
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| When you walk along the Seine.
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| When you fall in love in Paris,
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| It’s a river of champagne!
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| There’s an old romantic legend that’s
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| Been told for hundreds of years;
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| When you lose your love in Paris,
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| Then the Seine is filled with,
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| river, river, river of tears! |