Somewhere in Paris
A quaint café.
Quiet and soundless
A starry night
The city it sleeps
The Frenchmen await
A small revolution
Tonight
Somewhere in Paris
A quaint cafe
Waiting for change
Dawn of a day.
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I would like to translate this poem
wonderful imagery, absoulutely delighful. much better than 'A is for Arthur'...excellent job,10...