Consider it, my friends. To be in Paris in the 1920s, to escape and find that magic! To take it and bring it back to the present to find yourself and everything you’ve ever dreamed of. Take that magic and that majesty you found in the past and apply it to the world at large. Oh, to be in a wonderful world of wizards and sorcerers, casting their magics on pages and canvases and the keys of pianos. What a wonderful world it will be, filled with art and song.
Carnival Comes to Paris
There’s flying and there’s dying
Both ending on the ground
Hearing that one final sound
Make refuge there, in burial mound
A man in a three-piece suit
Playing the piano
Can’t help but fall in love
Fly away, little dove
All affairs fair at the fair, long as you can pay the fare
Car broke down
Grab the spare
It’s a long way back to town
One day soon we’ll be back home
One day soon I’ll read that tome
Evil little lexicon
Stare me down, thereupon
Sitting on the shelf
Bore your holes
Whack those moles
Cross the bridge and pay the tolls
Find yourself and find our souls
You definitely have a way with words.
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oooooo i saw a runaway car while i read – wonder what that means lol!
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