Paris
It is love that moves Paris. The love of adventure, the love of intrigue, the love of Bohemia, if you will... but it is love all the same.
The Latin Quarter
How many hearts have been broken or made glad! How many brave spirits have suffered and worked on, and at last won fame...
And as the days went by, their friendship grew; so it has been for centuries.
All beauty is sexless in the eyes of the artist, but not in the eyes of the lover, and the purity of Billie's heart pleads with him to leave before it is too late.
Lo! Now has come out joyful'st fest
Let every man be jolly
Each room with ivy leaves is drest
And evey post with holly.
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