Out of France
But still in a trance
The Alps are inviting
And I am going for dating
The choice is wide
But nothing to hide
Mona Lisa is still there
And I am also still here
The woman is decided
And we are still undivided
The present is a gift
When still there is a mist
The journey is long
But we still are both strong
We feel so elated
And yet not outdated
Her complexion is pink
Which makes me think
Life is rosy
And never is lousy
She holds my hand
To me it is a wand
The magic comes to light
Even in the night
The stars are twinkling
And my eyes are blinking
I cannot wait for the morrow
In which there will be no sorrow
She puts me to sleep
In the valleys of the deep
Under the shelter of the mountains
And to the music of the fountains.
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