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 But, having drunk and eaten well, 'tis pleasant then to stroll along

And mingle with the merry throng that promenades on Saint Michel.

Here saunter types of every sort. The shoddy jostle with the chic:

Turk and Roumanian and Greek; student and officer and sport;

Slavs with their peasant, Christ-like heads, and courtezans like powdered moths,

And peddlers from Algiers, with cloths bright-hued and stitched with golden threads;

And painters with big, serious eyes go rapt in dreams, fantastic shapes

In corduroys and Spanish capes and locks uncut and flowing ties;

And lovers wander two by two, oblivious among the press,

And making one of them no less, all lovers shall be dear to you:

All laughing lips you move among, all happy hearts that, knowing what

Makes life worth while, have wasted not the sweet reprieve of being young.

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