Dear friend of mine, the weather's fine.
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Today I saw some ruins of the Roman world's decline.
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And I climbed all those Spanish steps,
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you've heard of them no doubt.
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But Rome has lost its glory,
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I don't know what it's about.
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I wish you were here -
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when the shadows fall and all the rushing traffic's still.
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I wish you were here -
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when the bells are ringing on the seven hills.
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I make my way to a small cafe,
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I wonder what you did today.
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Wish you were here.
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Dear one at home, I just flew in from Rome.
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Paris is a postcard all decked out in colour chrome.
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And so I climbed the Eiffel Tower
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and prayed at Notre Dame.
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But I just can't find the romance,
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and I wonder why I came.
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I wish you were here -
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on the Champs Elys閑s lovers walking hand in hand.
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I wish you were here -
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they take one look at me and seem to understand.
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This city of light is a lovely site,
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the first bright star I see tonight.
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Wish you were here.
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Now I write this from the plane,
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drinking cheap champagne,
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and wondering why two people got so far apart.
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I wish you were here -
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here in London where the rain is pouring down
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I wish you were here -
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on this airplane headed back to New York Town.
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I'll never leave you alone again,
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I'm coming home but until then,
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wish you were here, I wish you were here.
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Wish you were here.
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Postcards from Paris (Wish you were here)
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| John Denver |
