All these streets
Echo still
In my head
Where the past
Sirens shrill
As I tread
On Boule'-Miche'
Autumn day
Weather fine
Salad rolls
On display
In a line
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At Dupont's
Hours we passed
Sitting here
The day off
That could last
For a year
Finals came
The next morning
To shake
Our sore heads
Without warning
Awake
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That old dear
Offered young
Love for sale
For the drunkards
That clung
To her tail
Parting me
From my cash
Where love's sold
Was no harder
Than catching
A cold
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A professor
That shares
His wise words
Shame it's just
For the chairs
And the birds
When the reason
Today
That you learn
Is the question
Of what
You can earn
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The years fade
In a wink
Gone so fast
Then return
And you sink
In the past
Rows of shops
Rue Soufflot
Looks so grey
No more words
Time to go
Nought to say
That's where it began
Now I'm a different man
