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Tormented Tuileries Garden
Manicured sorrow conceals agony
Under umbrellas of suspicion
Wait for Paris to Bleed
Hymne a l`amour’s, Piaf
On vacant graveyard bench
Vainly awaits Marcel’s return
Wait for Paris to Bleed
The gay city thrashes
Labyrinths squirm uneasy
A faceless bête noire
Wait for Paris to Bleed
Arc de Triomphe crumbles
Eternal flame’s finite gasp
Unity divided by barbaric horrors
Wait for Paris to Bleed
Fragile tears burn
Humanities gloom thickens
Beacons extinguish their light
Wait for Paris to Bleed
Darken clouds whisk above
Turmoil seeks turmoil
Divided, the world falls
Wait for Paris to Bleed?
We are Paris.
Vive la France
by
Tim Labbe
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