The city of France is like a cloud high above in the dazling blue sky. The old mighty clock strikes twelve and we all sing and dance. The beatiful sights of pink flowers shower in the sunlight. As the evening comes into view we sit on soft leather chairs drinking wine and eating cheese. The glow of the moon showers beneath us in the night. We soon go to bed and the crowded streets of France busily fill with the counting down of the clock to stike twelve.
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