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Verse 1: In the city of lights, where dreams ignite, Athletes gather, ready for the fight. With hearts on fire, they chase the prize, Under Paris skies, they rise, they rise. Verse 2: Gold and silver, bronze shines bright, Tears of joy, and tears from the fight. In the moment, under the arc's embrace, Victory’s sweet, but defeat's cold grace. Chorus: Paris, oh Paris, the world in your hands, Cheers and tears in this ancient land. For every triumph, for every fall, In the games of life, we give it our all.