I'm Tripping!

To London, Paris, France.
When do we leave?
Are we there yet?
I would fly away.
And have no regrets.
If my current troubles
Will be washed away and I forget.

If when I look next to me,
The one seated on my left
Is he, that was chosen,
Father, lover and prince.
Rescuer, and re-newer of my dreams,
All I have to say is, when do we leave.
My bags are packed, and I am waiting
For my ticket, then it would be "C' est, la vie."
There's no need to say, 'goodbye!'


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