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Paris


Paris

Prayers.

I don’t know what to say. We pray for peace.  Always. We pray for the dead. More dead. We stand united with France. Again.

I live in New Orleans. We were born of France. Our oldest neighborhood is call the French Quarter. That ought to tell you something. My heart is heavy. Again. Dammit. Between one thing or another, it’s been heavy all week.

There’s not much I can do.  I can work. Tomorrow and Sunday. On the streets. Because the work is the prayer. And I can listen to this song.

“There’s a whole lot of magic
When you’re in Paris
And I swear I’ve never seen
So many pretty women go by
And I can’t stop from dancing
I’m spinning ’round like a clock
That’s wound up too tight
I want to tell you ’bout all I see
Stars in my eyes that you would not believe
I’m a little funky wearin’ out my shoes
Don’t mean anything unless I’m dancin’ with you
Midnight, midnight in Paris

Well, we’ll have another bottle
Monsieur Luigi
So we can toast the autumn
Since it’s all around
And I’ll always remember
Singing in the park when the rain came down
I want to tell you ’bout all I see
Stars in my eyes that you would not believe
I’m a little funky wearin’ out my shoes
Don’t mean anything unless I’m dancin’ with you
Dancin’ with you
Midnight, midnight in Paris
Midnight, midnight in Paris
Midnight, midnight in Paris
Midnight, midnight in Paris
When you’re in Paris”

— Performed by Stephen Stills. Written by Donnie Dacus & Veronique Sanson

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