| To the old streets of Paris, another age has come -
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| I can clearly see Angelica on the pages of books:
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| How not inferior to the king -
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| I love this firmness in people.
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| Proud look, airy in steps, golden hair;
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| The Sultan wanted to be her husband, but failed.
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| She needs her beloved De Peyrac -
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| Not a king, a sultan or a pirate.
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| Angelica, Angelica loud love
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| Angelica, Angelica conquers again.
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| Angelica, Angelica argues and is strong,
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| Angelica, Angelica loves and is faithful.
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| There is a bright fate on my favorite pages:
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| Now she is almost a queen, then almost a slave.
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| And everywhere he knows how to be himself,
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| Boldly argues with God and fate.
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| Even if you are so beautiful that there is no equal,
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| For love, you have to fight a string of troubles.
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| Happiness will not suddenly fall into your hands,
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| Happiness is the fruit of firm faith.
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| Angelica, Angelica loud love
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| Angelica, Angelica conquers again.
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| Angelica, Angelica argues and is strong,
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| Angelica, Angelica loves and is faithful.
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| Angelica, Angelica loud love
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| Angelica, Angelica conquers again.
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| Angelica, Angelica argues and is strong,
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| Angelica, Angelica loves and is faithful. |