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Wednesday, July 28th, 2010

L’Allemand used to visit me in Paris, in Paris
I remember the men, I remember the houses in Paris
His station nearby, I was his afternoons
We didn’t mind, we shared everything, everything, in Paris
And he’d come in looking for comfort
Leave again looking to the left and the right…
Did we see too much, say too...