I walked from heaven all the way to Montreal, now I wish I could walk back. Early morning on Place Jacques Cartier, golden sunshine in my cup. I wish they would bring me some coffee.
One afternoon I saw Jesus on the river here, he looked really really happy.
One afternoon I met the ghost of an old lover, drinking wine in Cafe Iroquois.
One starry night on Ile Notre Dame, I got lost in her eyes and I never recovered.
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