I want to travel to France
To visit the tower of Paris
The one people called so much Eiffel.
Watch a land where quality water comes from
Where Volvic export is for wealth
And dormant volcanoes are green.
I want to sit on the cafes
Feel the peace of the place
To watch one after one passing through.
The lost love
The language of the wind
The fantasy sky on many tones.
The grandeur of the feeling
The loving fresh air all breathe
Myself is in total joy.
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