Vive La Francais
Salut! How are you
See not the sky, see the tower of love
Steel that tickles the belly of heaven
Stairs that reach for the skie
Say hello to France
State of love is always welcomed
Seven even eight can come
Art lives on the streets
Colors beautify the side walks
The city herself talks
Paris offers peace in art
Writters come from the far ends of the globe to witness
Beauty herself lives in her
France, my love
Will you ever pardon me for leaving
I shall return, to you
Vive La France
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