The View
As the day starts to rest
The sun does its best
Setting alight the swirling waves
Painting fire on the nature it bid adieu;
This is a process of glorious and pure perfection−
The City of Lights will receive
The fading sun’s last kiss;
Slowly comes the night
And the Princess moon rises overhead.
You know, I hear she turns quite beautiful
When the moon shines on her so high.
To me there wasn’t any doubt
That this city would be mine−
The sheer sight of its grandeur.
I was caught by surprise
By the sight of one billion, tiny,
Electric fireflies
All around me like music,
Enchanting my heart with a powerful spell.
You know − I hear they say,
There is no view like that from the top
And it is true, true what they say.
The Lovers’ Landmark
is unrivaled even by Aphrodite
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