The french are so arrogant,
I hear some people say,
But today I saw love,
Oh so light and so gay.
In the park of the Cluny,
I saw friends sharing life.
In their kindness they showed,
A world free of strife.
A picnic between colleagues,
And a play in the park,
The way they displayed joy,
So far from the dark.
Still laughing and playful,
They acted a scene,
From days not so long since,
Sublime and serene.
But two of the group,
Now united in affair,
And all of their laughter,
Showed a passion still rare.
Paris 09
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