NOTE: Something I did for a contest a wile ago,

The moonlight,
The moonlight reflects in the river,
As does the bittersweet city thaty never dies,
The bitterness that clouds the french war,
And the sweetness of love,
That both resighn here,
The evening sky hides the light,
But the stars no the way,
Through Paris,
Through France,
Through the world,
As the moonlight comes Paris will sleep under the protective stars,
We all now are peacefull