In Paris we walked amongst the fallen gold
We found half-buried acorns to plant at home
We saw Osiris in all his splendour dwarfed
By the beauty of a black granite statue
Leaden rooves curved up and swooped down
About mysterious windows that hid loving souls
Were they the people walking hand in hand we
Spied, or others making up after heated words
The swiftest lift, kissing five floors or was it six…
The cafe where we dunked our croissants and
Our special, wondrous, silent corner of Tibet
The lake where foolish words were spoken
In Paris we walked amongst Sunday silent shops
We sang and heard Vespers in our special church
Lit candles for all our children, and loved ones too
Our favourite city for lovers, with a magic all its own
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