[00:32.44]This is the Paris of my childhood
[00:37.47]These were the borders of my life
[00:41.64]In this crumbling dusty attic
[00:46.10]Where an artist loved his wife
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[00:51.24]Easy to remember, hard to move on
[01:02.62]Knowing the Paris of my childhood is gone