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The moon, all too fair, in your russet-red hair sets a sparkling crown  
The moon, all too red with glory, is spread on your poor, tattered gown  
The moon, all too white, caresses the light in your world-weary eyes  
Princess of the street, do allow me to greet you, my broken heart cries  
 
The steps of Montmartre, all uphill, are hardest on the poor  
The sails of the mill, like wings, shelter all paramours  
 
I feel, beggar-girl, your fetters, they curl as they seek out my wrists  
I feel your young breasts, your thin little waist  
I lose my regrets  
I taste on your mouth the feverish breath of a half-starving waif  
And with your caress I sense drunkenness erasing my life  
 
The steps of Montmartre, all uphill, are hardest on the poor  
The sails of the mill, like wings, shelter all paramours  
 
And see how she skips, the moon how she drifts,  
The princess in tow  
Da da da da da da da da da da  
My reveries grow  
 
The steps of Montmartre, all uphill, are hardest on the poor  
The sails of the mill, like wings, shelter all paramours

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Complaine de la Butte Lyrics by Rufus Wainwright

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