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THE RIVER OF NO RETURN
The Rue St. Germain is alone and still   
though cool is the night with a summer chill
the fog from the Seine comes right up the hill
and street lamps dance the whole night through.

Their halos aglow in the night time air
gendarmes will provide that the peace stays there
you reach out for love, and she takes the dare
and then she is staying for you.

So why is she here? You question it not.
She has everything, but you have naught.
at Chez Martins where you first met her eyes
she made it plain, her world is bought.
....

There's liars and lovers who'll wink at you
as they, hand in hand, do what lovers do
you walk to the Seine and it's all brand new
because she's standing close to you.

       And her eyes her eyes reach out for you
        you feel her eyes reach out for you
         And then you die
          in love you die.

You stroll by the Seine in a magic night
and know in your heart it's a love not right
from off of the Seine is a burst of light
that's given from a summer moon

a concertina plays it's echoeing
with all of the still that a love can bring
and little you care of a morning sting
that she will leave you much too soon.

You've seen on the silver screen before
her eyes but tonight they show you more
of little girls lost, and here looking for
what's never beneath the moon.

       And her eyes her eyes reach out for you
        you feel her eyes reach out for you
     and you promise her, one night will do
          and never to tell how it's been for you.
         and then you die.
           In love you die.

© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

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