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Passing umbrellas A thought held in time As the skyline of Paris Dissolves into chimes And they sit, talking openly They share The love and the laughter Like boats on a sea They are carried through lifetimes A sweet odyssey A discover a friendship Quite rare The sun on the window Which dries her wet hair Gazing on the fountain in the square Humming he contemplates Stretching the time Or is there a time? Textures and colors Impressions of others Monmartre is filled And the painters discover To grasp, like a clock They keep time Marking the seasons By splashes on canvas A rough stuccoed wall, A blue window, some pansies A mirrored window, he recalls The sun on the window Which dries her wet hair Gazing on the fountain in the square Humming he contemplates Stretching the time Or is there a time? |