to go to France.
The south of it, to be exact. There's something so hopelessly romantic about The South of France.
Gorgeous!
But I ain't picky about where I am in France, so long as I'm there.
I'll go to Bretagne, Lyon
...maybe swing by Paris...
Yeah, and after that I'll hop on my pegasus, make my way to Never-never land to have tea with the leprechauns and woodland nymphs
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