Remember darling, sailing the River Seine.
How good it felt to be in France.
Under the Paris sky, we sailed.
The morning mist we could smell.

Remember dancing through the night.
Me holding you so very tight.
Remember strolling through the Louvre.
Nothing beats the Paris groove.

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