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."
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Share It With Me
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| All About Eve |
