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380 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 29, 2019
'Annie, Annie, Are you ok?!'- remembered from my own past CPR classes
"Perhaps, the fairy tale architecture lining the quays works to counterbalance the sinister darkness of the water and the slime that can form on its surface."
The Seine when she starts on her travels
Lazily flows from her source
Slowly her length she unravels
Twisting and turning her course
Deep in the country she tarries
Not knowing which way to go
Till the enchantment of Paris
Beckons her swiftly to flow
She goes flowing, flowing, flowing
As she leaves the countryside
For she's going, going, going
To meet Paris like a bride
And she's cooing, cooing, cooing, cooing
Like the murmuring doves
For the Seine has gone a-wooing
And it's Paris that she loves
She goes singing, singing, singing
She's as happy as a bride
And she's clinging, clinging, clinging
To the banks on either side
She goes winding, winding, winding, winding
Dizzy now in her bed
For the River Seine is finding
That her love goes to her head
She goes gladly, gladly, gladly
While her love is in her arms
And then sadly, sadly, sadly
As she leaves the city's charms
And she carries, carries, carries, carries
Sweet regret in her mind
For the Seine's in love with Paris
And she's left her love behind
For the Seine's in love with Paris
And she's left her love behind
The River Seine by Guy LaFarge