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I Came To Paris To Be Un Homme Du Monde

Living in Paris as un homme du monde* searching for la belle dame* strolling by the Seine dreaming of stars gliding... when she starts her swift danse macabre*, to forget she was a famous femme savante.* In autres temps,* Marie was a beauty: who conquered wealthy men in France and Italy... her soprano's voice stunned them in each scene! Ma belle Marie,* tout le monde*: from New York to Paris, went wild applauding you in elegant Opera Houses! Ma belle Marie,* you savored success and riches, hating the baby in your womb; and not being satisfied, you attempted to mercilessly destroy two lives! Ma belle Marie,* get rid of that vile thought...replace it with thankful payers! I came to Paris to be un homme du monde,* not to put flowers on your tomb! Translation un homme du monde: a sophisticated man la belle dame: the beautiful lady danse macabre: dance of death femme savante: learned and cultured woman autres temps: other times ma belle Marie: my beautiful Marie tout le monde: everybody

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