I breathe in the fervid, balmy breeze.
Ambrosial, idyllic, enchanting
A city of passion and amour.
My utopian heart skips a beat.
Artefacts, monuments, voyagers
The city of fashion and fragrance.
“Je T’aime Paris,” I look up and say,
Longingly, ardently, earnestly
My heavy heart whispers a farewell.
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