My ole friend Paris
You fill me with great joy and courage
Your the morning light
Of jolly ole souls
Just looking at you there is hope
While others around hustle and bustle
You stay there still without a tremble
Gratitude and Independence standing humble
Balanced sure you will never stumble
Shinning so bright with glorious light
You made lonely souls feel alive.
Oh, mother of France
Dear dearest of all ye land
Keep in shinning bringing hope to the world.
©shaniagaci
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