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Pic of the Day: ♫ “The last time I saw Paris, her heart was warm and gay / I heard the laughter of her heart in every street café / The last time I saw Paris, her trees were dressed for spring / And lovers walked beneath those trees and birds found songs to sing / I dodged the same old taxicabs that I had dodged for years / The chorus of their squeaky horns was music to my ears / The last time I saw Paris, her heart was warm and gay / No matter how they change her, I’ll remember her that way.” ♫ (80th Anniversary)
