Down in Paris they walk fast. That is, unless they’re walking slow. And in cafes they look away. That is, unless they look right in. And in the gardens I get lost. That is, unless I’m getting found. And if you are the ghost of New York city. Won’t you stick around?

Ne me quitte pas, mon chere…

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