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Not Paris

I offered the moon
but you settled for Paris
a tower of love but only for two �
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the fake one of course �
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east of the Pacific � �
but west of my heart �
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you hated crowds, smugness and arrogance �
rather a roll in the muck � �
would have to suffice for romance �
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hayfields swayed as your winds sauntered �
blushed checks, set back eyes �
blue as far as one can see �
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warmth overcoming the frostline �
as your boots just shuffled on thru �
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heartstrings played dipped in honey �
the smells oh so sweet �
you making love to the chocolates �
I harbouring no ill will �
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the trees were meant to be woken �
as you climb up inside of me �
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reach the top and you will surely see �
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no shoveling shit when the sun shines �
we still got all afternoon