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I walk my lobster
Along the promenade
On a fine sunny spring day
Thibault he loves the Paris

Tulieres is a fine garden
Of naked bodies and wet fountains
Past glories and royalty
Dreamed their dreams, on these garden walks

The melodies behind castle walls
I dance with the goldfish
The Queen of the ball
I am not young, I am not twenty

They tell me to go, I say Alizee?
I hunger for you, I desire you
Your image is the art of my thoughts
I crave you, the pastry and the cream

Under canopy, I hide such desires
I am not afraid of you
Yet I fear the arrow of loves wounds
Let me taste not the blood of such losses

I walk, with Thibault along the Seine
I see you, far away, on the other shore
A vision of le Puy, innocence and beauty
The mist fades,  the pot of life boils

Thibault turns red, he knows
The walk of life is about to end
He cries, as his master remains in the dark
I am not twenty anymore

Note: Dedicated to Gérard de Nerval (1808-1855), this is a mix between old and new, poetry and lyrics, with a dash of whimsical in Alizee

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  1. Date: 5/6/2013 12:31:00 AM
    Yet I fear the arrow of loves wounds Let me taste not the blood of such losses!!! My favorite lines. This is an interesting account. I won't pretend I got all the reference, because I didn't. I guess I'm a simpleton, but I did enjoy the promenade with you. :)

  1. Date: 5/5/2013 10:12:00 PM
    Mmmmm...I think.....