I see your face,
In the break of dawn,
In the light of day,
In the fullest moon of night,
Of every passing day.
As the red roses bloom,
Every thought of love ignites,
Every fiber in me wants to fight,
I want to live, with you astride,
I have loved you, right from the start,
Can't you hear the flutters, of this delicate heart,
To Paris! To Louvre! This love is an art,
Even the cruelty of life, can't force us to part..
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