• comical_error 6w

    Back to Paris.

    Take me back to Paris, the place where time had no meaning, the place you don't have to rush your existence.
    Where musicians jump on the metro, greeting us with their rhythmic brilliance.

    Take me back to Paris, the land where fizzy champagne bubbles float in the street.
    The land where you can smell sweet romance soaked within the concrete.

    Take me back to Paris, the land where women who are cut straight out of magazines roam the city without a care.
    Using the crooked pavements as their red carpet, designer clothes and glowing hair.

    Take me back to Paris, the place where cigarettes are necessities and smoking is only glamouros.
    The place you lose yourself in the corner of caf├Ęs, with a heart so rapturous.

    Take me back to Paris please, as there in Paris are pieces of my heart floating in the street.
    If you go there you will see them for yourself, still falling in love a little more each day, waiting for me to return so we can repeat.

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