Whether blue or gray be her skies,
Whether loud be her cheers,
Or whether soft be her tears,
More and more do I realize that...
I love Paris in the spring time,
I love Paris in the fall,
I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles,
I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles,
I love Paris every moment
Every moment of the year
(I Love Paris Lyrics - Ella Fitzgerald)

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