| There is a place where my heart longs to be,
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| Dans la cité des lumieres, c’est Paris,
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| Ribbons of colour as visions float by,
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| Cobblestone streets in the heat of July,
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| I am near you,
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| Smiling as we walk along the streets of Le Marais,
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| Oh so near you,
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| Dancing as we move into the arms of Le Marais.
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| Taking a stroll along Rue des Rosiers,
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| Perfume of sweet summer flowers fill the air,
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| Victor sits scribbling in some old salon,
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| History beckons, but life lingers on.
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| I am near you,
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| Smiling as we walk along the streets of Le Marais,
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| Oh so near you,
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| Dancing as we move into the arms of Le Marais. |