Some evenings when I feel faint in my soul I remember
The little squares where we forget our sorrows and sorrows
In the afternoon sun, Paris
The boulevards are covered with walkers and curious people
In the stations travelers flock from the suburbs
To spend an afternoon in Paris
On the Seine the taverns and the riverboats cross paths
On the quays a little gypsy guitar tune resonates
The bars are the refuges of tired walkers
The terraces are places of impromptu meetings
Randomly one afternoon in Paris

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