Love Paris
As the sun goes down
I can see the whole town
The ocean covered in light
So pretty at night
Light fills the busy streets
While I'm eating sweet treats
The bridge hovering over water
Over in the corner I can hear otters
All around is prancing trees
And there are no bees
The trees are bone-dry
But there is a gorgeous sky
I can smell the fresh air
And I love to share
Buildings are everywhere
I can walk anywhere
The Eiffel Tower is not in far reach
So isn't the beach
What a beautiful place to set free
I know where I want to be
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