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This is the City of Light! It is chilly tonight. My hazel hair in the wind— a tree with many branches. The riverboat floats under Pont Neuf 
The last queen of France before the French Revolution, you composed yourself with a dignity and grace that has long since been admired. A memory of the 14 year old girl forced into marriage far away from her home of edelweiss flowers.
  I could not stop myself from taking flight, And eventually, I got lost in her light. I prayed that no one would notice my desperate glances,
It started as all do, in January But I was not in the same place The year started abroad, where I learned to be on my own With a new language, new friends, new everything It was difficult, but just enough
Je suis Click, click Black heels reverberate smoothly in sync with the lithe body of a metal barrel shining in the streetlights an omen
I'd like to think my footsteps echo off the white stone bridge but such tranquil sounds overpowered destroyed by the dull roar of the arriving crowd what stone should gleam instead is pale
The fifth one landed in France In a tiny coast town Where time had no meaning And the small chair sat in the corner For a day Then a week A month came 
In just a few hours, I'll be on my way. London will greet me, By the end of today.   Mommy, I love you, And I hate to say goodbye, So I will see you later, And please don't cry.  
A man stood there, alone in the room, looking out its windows.It was his last day in his home,   a home in a land not truly his,   amongst a people not his own,But he loved them.And this was his home.
Bonjour, comment ça va? I’m sorry, I don’t understand. Ne me comprends-tu pas?           Whatever you want to say, It must be important, I'm sure,
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