Paris

I see colors on TV
Many plants that will grow
Cosmic-like poetry
Cotton balls passing slow

Only there can I be
Autumn nights in my dreams
Paris slides up in the air
Blissful ties, remedies

Hands in hands, all we need
Spicey wine, melodies
Paris slides up in the air
Pulsing lights for us here

I said it Inwards, Inwards, Inwards, Inwards...



Credits
Writer(s): Camille Motto
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