by Lenna » Thu Jan 12, 2012 10:46 am
(I am Scottish, Irish, British, French and, of course, Canadian ^.^)
France chuckled at the boy's enthusiasm and nodded in agreement. "I'll be very glad to be home again. You'll be staying in my house, of course- I have many guest rooms that are rarely used." he said with a grin. "And then I'll give you a tour of Paris, mon cheri."
New Zealand smiled and rolled her eyes. "How about we get some dinner? I didn't eat lunch today, and I'm starved." she suggested to both boys, gently prying her brother off of her, still smiling.
Here they talked of REVOLUTION.
Here it was they lit the flame.
Here they SANG about `tomorrow'
And tomorrow never came.
♠ ♠ ♠
From the table in the corner
They could see a world REBORN
And they rose with voices ringing
I can HEAR them now!
The very words that they had sung
Became their LAST communion
On the lonely barricade at d a w n .~.Made by flight . thief.~