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In Paris, the city of lights,
Love and Eiffel heights,
Was spent sweet not long ago;
A sojourn only two who know:
Alone, hand-in-hand in the night
Together amid soft city light,
(Guiding all, who with troubled sleep)
Careen cobbled streets to Cupid's keep.

But 'fore we retire to such abode,
I, witness, to love once sewed
In night spent in pure ecstasy
'Tween Alpine snow and English sea
(You I led at our partnered pace;
 Both afresh in new summer lace),
As cool waves of effervescent hue
Waft softly in dusk-dimmed blue . . .