Shall I spin a tale for the birthday girl?
For the most vibrant ardente ginger?
Nah; it's more catching glimpse her fleeting twirl
Hopping cross oceans, bright lands she conjures.
Unfortunately tonight's not the case-
Finals bring dreary ag'nizing grounding
But 'las- imagination paints a place
We sit on the edge of L'Italy and sing.
I love Paris in the Rain, I love Par
'is in the rain, cause when it rains and rains
We 'change words as lucky parcels rare
Awaiting the moment to board the train
For there's a world out there we'll inspire-
Together we shall spark the brilliant fire.
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