Bon voyage Paris
Clay coloured pigeons roam the streetsthey peck at the concrete beneath my feet
traffic is busy, but people seem calm
the city of light, the city of charm
buskers busking, people selling their wears
my path is full of winding roads and stairs
I am in my paradise, but soon I must go
bon voyage sweet Paris I love you, you know
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