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The Take a deep breath.

This moment is yours.

This is naked on Kashmir. Give me a room in Paris.

The smaller, the better.

And it must be winter, and it must be cold, so we can make it hot too hot to sit still and the window must be thin

so we can hear the bells and the power must surge and bubble. So the lights flicker and the record skip.

Let the water be weak, so our coffee is strong so we can stay up late to dance.

Give me this Paris, and I will paint for you all the truths I know about magic. The

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The Hi there, and welcome to Sunday.

I'm so glad you could join me today.

As many of you know, I'm obviously captivated by Paris and always have been.

The last poem is an attempt at illustrating the way the city is like a muse.

Even an image as mundane as a small room in the winter seems to be part of that dream.

Today's poems will explore the wonder and enchantment that is Paris.

The next poem is In Paris with you by James Fenton.

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The Don't talk to me of love.

I've had an yearful.

And I get tearful when I've drowned a drink or two.

I'm one of you talking wounded.

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