One Night in Montmartre

August 11, 2010
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There amidst the pallets and cloth,
He stands each evening
Waiting for not a soul
In the trodden streets
Only once in his lifetime will a passer-by
Take notice,
As soon arms do grope and hold
And eyes give way to conflagration
And the two pledge eternal devotion
For one precious evening

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