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The evening sun touched gently on
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the eyes of Lucy Jordan
on the rooftop where she climbed
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when all the laughter grew too loud.
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And she bowed and curtsied to the man
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who reached and offered her his hand
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and led her down to the long white car
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that waited, past the crowd.
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At the age of thirty-seven
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she knew that she'd found heaven
as she rode along through Paris
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with the warm wind in her hair.