There's a girl in France today,
twenty years her age, I'd say.
Just like me when I was young,
gone to learn that foreign tongue.
Listening to her stories now
brings me memories of how
markets, cheese and cool cafes --
these all made me want to stay;
flower stalls and table wine,
Musee Fabre seemed like mine!
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