Paris
Paris;
Dream of the nights we walked alone;
Dream of the nights we talked alone.
We were there must we two – just me, you.
Paris;
Our love was made in Paris;
We should have stayed in Paris,
But still we knew right from the start
We’d have to part.
You came, I saw –
I have to see you once more.
Paris;
We will return to our Shangri-la.
Then we will be in Utopia.
Paris, our paradise.
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Paris 1949Lyrics’
Arlene Corwin