I would love to see Syracuse
Easter Island and Kairouan
And the great birds that amuse themselves
By gliding their wings under the wind

See the gardens of Babylon
And the palace of the Great Lama
Dream of the lovers of Verona
At the top of Fouzi Yama

See the land of the calm morning
Go fishing for cormorants
And get drunk on palm wine
While listening to the wind sing

Before my youth wears out
And my springs are gone
I would love to see Syracuse
To remember it in Paris

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