sous le ciel de Paris

in the temple of my existence,

the ceiling is under Paris skies

with a mix of colors and noise

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any place is a scene with just

as many spectacles, directed

and acted by the city dwellers

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there is poetry, music, fine art,

choreography, and the experts,

and artisans of the full range

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there are trees and plants, and

buildings, but also cars, and

birds and animals to play with

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…in the temple of my existence

where the ceiling is Paris skies,

while the words are love's tools