The City of Toulouse
She's far from Faro
and I s'pose Berlin.
There's something in her buildings -
they are rose in certain light.
She's far from London,
and I s'pose New York...
(Make that I know.)
There's something in her windows -
they are bright in light.
She's where I don't live,
but I may do one day...
That's if I don't go to
Faro, London, or New York.
Berlin's another matter.
Write it in the chalk!
5/13/2017
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