“Living in Paris in attics and garrets,
where the coal merchants climb every stair …
Sometimes I look at old pictures, and smile at how happy we were,
How easy it was to be hungry
It wasn't for fame or for money, it was for love
And now my copper hair's grey, as the stone on the quay,
in the city where magic was.”
Lyrics by Mary Chapin Carpenter
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