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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