Our Lady of Paris


She has stood the test of time,
A sight for all who visit.
A mainstay of masonry,
A standing of french missionary,
Now she crumbles to the ground.
Reclaimed by time and land,
Today we stand with the French,
Hurting round the world as one.
She flickers in the red and amber,
lighting up the Paris skyline,
Where she once stood so prominent.
So long, our lady,
We cry.


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