Now we move on, we move on a
bit in time. Not much, but a little.
We are now in Paris at the end of the
Second World War, and the allies have come in
and liberated Paris and everyone
is having a wonderful time.
It's full of Americans and English
and Russians, and everybody.
And there is a woman who during the war
was a nurse, now she's a prostitute.
I must admit I've always thought there is
a connection between these two.
They both take care of you really, don't they?
And she's plying her trade
and cheering up all the soldiers in Paris.
But there, there was a man she loved,
really loved, who's now dead in
a far away grave somewhere.
And sometimes she can't
help but think about him,
and then she, she starts to suffer.
And then she turns away and pulls
herself together and gets on with it.
Mon Ami, My Friend.

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