"Comme la chanson est belle". Chantez la Mademoiselle. Dansant dans le Moulin Rouge. . "Love is a leap" she sighed. "Someday I'll be your bride,. When I leave the Moulin Rouge".
Under a loop of stars in the vulgar cold. The dead airport lay. By the pebbles of the highway. Through the snail clouds. You soared to your lover. I hurried away my darling.