We first met entirely by accidentOn a lovely bright sunny day in Spring,It was the first of May as I recall;Even now I remember it clearly,Although almost four decades have passed by.Strolling along the Boulevard Haussmann,Just outside the Magasin au Printemps.I wasn't looking where I was going,Daydreaming as usual, distractedBy the pretty girls selling their bunchesOf lily of the valley, their sweet scentEvoking pleasant...
