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When Joanna loved me

Every town was Paris;

And every day was Sunday

Every month was May

When Joanna loved me

Every sound was music;

It was music made of laughter

Laughter that was bright and gay

But when Joanna left me

May became December

But even in December I remember;

Her touch her smile

And for a little while;

Me She loves

And once again it's Paris:

Paris is on Sunday:

And the month is May

And the month is May