| Madeleine hears the bohemians say
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| She’s selfish and crazy
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| Which isn’t so far from the truth
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| She’s the essence of youth
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| The flower you place on eternity’s grave
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| The romantic who isn’t afraid
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| Of the beat of her heart
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| She raises a glass to your art
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| And when she gets drunk she says…
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| Oh, give me the autumn, give me the trees
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| Gather up everything I ever wanted
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| And give it me, please
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| Give me the ocean, give me the sea
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| Gather up everything I ever wanted
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| And share it with me
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| How many hearts are knocked down in the street?
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| How many poets are driven
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| To drink and to verse
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| By her singular eyes piercing out through a flight-path of
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| Rarified air
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| Where all the shiny black birds of the west
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| Make a rest in her hair?
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| She raises a glass to your love
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| And when she gets drunk she says…
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| And you ask where she comes from
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| And she tells you: «the earth,»
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| Like the place that you come from
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| Is a whole different world
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| She says «life is a banquet
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| So why hang around
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| Catching crumbs from a table?
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| Come share it with me.» |