I shall always have Paris
Wherever I am in spite
Of whatever happens
The youthful soul that
I was once just embraced
And got tugged tight
By the rhythm and smells
Of your belly and spleen
Which I felt strongly then
Now I just long for that
Special nostalgia when
The world and I were young
Yes Paris is within my soul
Applauding that I finally
Can come to terms with
Youth’s sadness of brooding
But it was a la mode then
And still when I reminisce
Today I am true to the fact
That I have Paris always
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