My trembling Paris,
When I come e don't find you..
Paris my sadness,
When I sit at the Bar"Motte Piquett"and..
Cafe drink with you as before..
Paris my pain,
We emptiness of table
We once were at my mam,Paris,
Paris,lonely,you also...
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 12:54 PM UTC
My trembling Paris,
When I come e don't find you..
Paris my sadness,
When I sit at the Bar"Motte Piquett"and..
Cafe drink with you as before..
Paris my pain,
We emptiness of table
We once were at my mam,Paris,
Paris,lonely,you also...
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