Provence
And i wish to make a house
At a place like this one day
Where streets are beautifully cobbled
And walls are made in a stony way
Where day begins with a breeze
And ends with a street song
Where journeys are about walking
On the streets so long
Full of creperies , boulangeries , fromageries
Each street has a charm
Even on a cold winter day
An onion soup seems so warm
So I would grab a ticket soon
As soon as I get a chance
Pack all my fancy baggage
And escape to Provence in France
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