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Flowers of France in the Spring,
Your growth is a beautiful thing;
But give us your fragrance and bloom,
Yea, give us your lives in truth,

My Paris begins with
Those early days
As a conscious flâneur;
I recall the couple

In France I saw a hill—a gentle
Rising above old tombs to greet the
From soft spring skies
Beyond these skies dwells hope,

Together with me recall: the sky of Paris, that giant autumn crocus
We went shopping for hearts at the flower girl's booth:they were blue and they opened up in the water
It began to rain in our room,and our neighbour came in
Monsieu...

The silence of maternal
Is round me in my evening dreams ;
And round me music-making
And mingling waves of pastoral streams

HE silence of maternal hills Is round me in my evening dreams;
And round me music-making rills And mingling waves of pastoral streams
Whatever way I turn I find The path is old unto me still
The hills of home are in my mind,

C'est comme l'air,
Comme le pasodoble,
Comme la finesse
De l'âme intouchable...