O Paris my love, you were there my father and I;
One last time together, a happy memory before he died.
O Paris my love; how you dazzled with your lights,
Architecture and culture, smiles so bright.
I dreamed that I could save you, to repay that debt
To protect you all, eliminate the threat.
My beautiful city, o sweet love of mine;
I saw the news, sending a chill down my spine.
I wept and sobbed and clutched at my chest;
Watched in horror as those 127 people were laid to rest.
O Paris my love, tender heart anew;
How I always love you.
O Paris my love, never again
Never forgotten, this debt remains.
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