Walking the streets all alone as my mind
Tries to uncover the reason,
Why such a city with all of its charms
Can't conquer this sadness I'm feeling

Champs Elysees, hey now what do you say?
If I could be here tomorrow
Wouldn't be here today

One day in Paris

The heights of the tower cannot lift up my spirits
They're left on the ground far below
My thoughts are as foreign as these sights that surround me
There's nothing familiar to me

Senses distorted by this melancholy mood
My memories always will be clouded
When I look back on regrets of my life
I know this day I'll remember

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Writer(s): Martha Helen Johnson