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Night Light
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In Paris With You.
(London-Paris 2010+)
Don’t talk to me of love. I’ve had an earful
And I get tearful when I’ve downed a drink or two.
I’m one of your talking wounded.
I’m a hostage. I’m maroonded.
But I’m in Paris with you.
Yes I’m angry at the way I’ve been bamboozled
And resentful at the mess I’ve been through.
I admit I’m on the rebound
And I don’t care where are we bound.
I’m in Paris with you.
Do you mind if we do not go to the Louvre
If we say sod off to sodding Notre Dame,
If we skip the Champs Elysées
And remain here in this sleazy
Old hotel room
Doing this and that
To what and whom
Learning who you are,
Learning what I am.
Don’t talk to me of love. Let’s talk of Paris,
The little bit of Paris in our view.
There’s that crack across the ceiling
And the hotel walls are peeling
And I’m in Paris with you.
Don’t talk to me of love. Let’s talk of Paris.
I’m in Paris with the slightest thing you do.
I’m in Paris with your eyes, your mouth,
I’m in Paris with… all points south.
Am I embarrassing you?
I’m in Paris with you.
Poem by James Fenton
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Countryside et Canalé ♥
Couples of pleasant surprised make heartbeats going fast . . . Arikato (˜×˜”)Filed under FRANCES
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Beauty of Human and Imperfections.
Amoureuses Georges Roumier 2001 ©
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Arts for free candy frost humble displayed ♥
Voyeurist. . . lost in own translation ? Come with me (^∞^)Filed under FRANCES
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1 2 3 go!
Miscellaneous anythings simple love©
Including school tripper goes see ♥ loved up ;p
Paradise on earth de Merci ♥ ♥
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Little village in Marsielle (≈¸≈) handmade soap land
Favourite an oldy petrol station and festival flag ♥ never fixed the glass isn’t broken.Filed under FRANCES
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Fooled the robber Miniature Gold doorstopper +.+
At merci-merci concept store natural land to wander humble fixture for the comfort luxure ° Ending Neverland ♥ Paris to me, is like a baby, purity forever start to learn how to walk, innocent fragile, sensitive always excited every time playing grown up ♥ The cotton flower…or a Peter pan, he given up growing.Filed under FRANCES