Parisienne Whisper

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Our dreams live in old cinema, black and white

Our mouths aren’t sharp, our minds are wide.

Mystery is our disguise

Go on, fantasize

Elegance is our friend

not our teeth, hair or things we wear

It’s the way we walk, who wouldn’t give us a glare?

We hide between flowers and give sharp stares

We find beauty within, look outside, it’s everywhere.

I heard the Parisienne’s whisper

Effortlessly,

be seen and escape like thin air

We’re always in our thoughts

It’s natural to sound enriched and profound

We don’t care

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