Those fields of lavender call me:
Oh dear me!
Walk through them leisurely,
Then watch the Alps in all their glory!
Soak in the pristine beauty,
Of bountiful nature calling,
Oh love, Oh life, Oh joy! ! !
To the land of Cheese,
And how strange that you are now,
My friend from so far away;
Bask in the Alps, stand under the Eiffel
Then look at my friends and smile! ! !
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