Every Time I Look Down On This Timeless Town,
Whether Blue Or Gray Be Her Skies,
Whether Loud Be Her Cheers,
Or Whether Soft Be Her Tears,
More and more Do I Realize That...
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I love Paris in the spring time,
I love Paris in the fall,
I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles,
I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles,
I love Paris every moment
Every moment of the year
I love Paris, why oh why do I love Paris
Because my love is near.