In Parisian streets where cobblestones gleam,
Echoes of history whisper and stream.
Cafés alive with laughter and rhyme,
A city adorned in romantic prime.
From Montmartre's heights to the Seine's embrace,
Artistry blooms with elegance and grace.
Effervescent evenings, lights aglow,
Where dreams take flight, passions grow.
The language of love in every word,
In gardens where verdant whispers are heard.
Provocative perfumes in the air,
A symphony of senses beyond compare.
Parisienne chic, timeless allure,
Where sophistication finds its pure.
In bistros where wine and stories entwine,
French essence, a melody divine.
So raise a glass to this land so grand,
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