Its the twinkling lights, the au chante
the boundless possibilities ignite the skyline.
Its the effortless chic, the coffee on pavements
the macaroons, the vin rouge.
The tall dark stranger who helps when your lost
piecing together street names on a crumpled map.
The bustling cafes, the croque monsieur.
The literature, the flair
the endless padlocks
the countless stories.
The romance, the simplicity.
Wicker baskets for the market, the feminine class.
The cliché that came true
I fell in love with Paris.
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