The Brown Eyed Dreamer

'Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.' William Wordsworth

La Vie en Paris

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Shoot me down with a bullet and
I’ll be buried with a smile on my face;
Nothing could shatter the beauty of
The kaleidoscope of wonder this city holds
Nothing could silence the beauty of
The crescendo of voices spilling poetry from lips
Nothing could steal the beauty of
All these faces, places unfamiliar…
Take what you want,
Ça ne fait rien,
For I am in Paris
Et Paris, je t’aime.

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Author: thebrowneyeddreamer

Teenage girl from the mysterious, rainy land of Northern Ireland, obsessed with music, France and movies. I like to write books and poetry when I can get my head out of the clouds.

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