From a distance, the city set on a hill
Cannot be hid, though from the wine-cellar,
A strange rustling can be heard at the stair.
We’ll send Dylan down to investigate.
If he screams bloody murder, we’ll have to
Revise our opinions, and don chainmail.
What’s all that ballyhoo under the restaurant
Table? Surely, we can sit still as a family, huh?
If he doesn’t put that hat down within ten
Seconds, I’ll, I’ll -- fumes came out of his ears.
From a distance, the City of Light will
Blow your mind, it’s so beautiful and tall.
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