St. Germain

In 1945 my dear The Paris summer rain Camus' thoughts were shining jewels Floating down the Seine St. Germain, St. Germain The sun left diamonds in red wine The beams sneaked through the trees Life sometimes can be so kind And then it's just disease St. Germain, St. Germain Like them I just can't believe All the answers have gone Try more decipher until The cafe lights no longer on No longer on Argue out and find a clue That throws out new light Figure out what you must do Then go home and write C'est la meme chose pour moi cherie Le flore aux deux magots A Penser et ecrire aussi Sous un ete chaud St. Germain