When Paris is crying ...

By Arash Z
January 22, 2003
The Iranian

Looking at the gloomy Paris
Falling rain
Drifting by the window
I miss you my gone love
I miss you my sweet
But I miss you most of all
When the rain starts to fall
Remembering sad Paris
Middle of the night
Looking at you
Dreaming .....

Since we are gone our separate ways
My days are longer
My nights are darker
I can't dream no longer
I can't hope no longer
I can't laugh no longer
I can't have you no longer
I'll live with the memory of rainy days in Paris

Yes, I will miss you most
When the rain is falling
When Paris is crying ...

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