Listen to the sound clip I was too late for the French gate, The doors shut tight, sealing my fate. In the City of Love, I missed my chance, Dreams slipping away with each glance. Eiffel Tower sparkled in the night, But I was left outside, out of sight. Romance whispered in the Paris air, Yet I stood alone, consumed by despair. Regret weighs heavy on my heart, As I watch lovers kiss and depart. I was too late for the French gate, Now I'm left to ponder my fate. from Blues #4 Song Generator:
I was too late for the French gate, The doors shut tight, sealing my fate. In the City of Love, I missed my chance, Dreams slipping away with each glance. Eiffel Tower sparkled in the night, But I was left outside, out of sight. Romance whispered in the Paris air, Yet I stood alone, consumed by despair. Regret weighs heavy on my heart, As I watch lovers kiss and depart. I was too late for the French gate, Now I'm left to ponder my fate.
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