Opened Trail To Paris France

Boxed in by the love lines you spoken…

Words climbing to the tip of vocals maximized your appearance…

The days of just me…

Shifted…

I saw my feelings In front of the farms existence…

That grew, greeting soft grapes…

Great lakes huge pools of silence before I moved…

You were already my gift…

Before you even flew…

So…

Let’s climb to the top…

To view our fortune…

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