Parys ontfangt zyn naam van Paradys, zeidt Leen.
't Is zeker: want Parys is 't Paradys der steên.
Gy mist. Parys, dunkt my, schynt Paris 't naast' te raaken.
't Heeft slechts verschil in d'Y: maar geen verschil in 't schaaken.
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