When the Night Comes

There is no one who will proclaim more earnestly and lovingly than I that Paris is beautiful. But beauty is fleeting.

There is no one who will proclaim more earnestly and lovingly than I that Paris is beautiful. But beauty is fleeting.

Beauty can be turned into a repulsive stew in a moment. Lights out.


Been to Paris a few times myself. Never saw this. Never want to. But night comes to all. Just, please, do not go gentle into it.

Bon soir, mes amis.

Ainsi ├ža va

Plus ca change, plus c’est la meme chose.

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