Lights

Fresh, glowing auburn in the street
Cobblestones and ivory cast their spell
Tonight, we dine with the gods of love
Into a river of lights, my heart hath fell

From here, I wish you all well
Hues of amber fill the night
Swimming with vigor and passion
I am greeted by many loves tonight

The guitar gently weeps soft, satin tears
As we make love against our solemn fears
The cold midnight air will call us soon
To a land that kisses the light of the moon

Before I leave this dashing place
I must have the pleasure to see your face
I've known many towns, all well and good
But the magic of Paris can't be withstood

The End

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