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You chased the sun around the Cote d'Azur

Until the light of youth became obscured

And left you on your own and in the shade

An English lady of a certain age

And if a nice young man would buy you a drink

You'd say with a conspiratorial wink

"You wouldn't think that I was seventy"

And he'd say,"no, you couldn't be!"