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The streets look different
From what i remember
The memories were coiled up around you
All of them
The clock tower, the tulips, the boulangerie
Even the stray dogs in the park square
I stroll under the hotel window
Where we lay curled up many hours
Listening to Callas, and think
I no longer know where you are.
From what i remember
The memories were coiled up around you
All of them
The clock tower, the tulips, the boulangerie
Even the stray dogs in the park square
I stroll under the hotel window
Where we lay curled up many hours
Listening to Callas, and think
I no longer know where you are.