Truly, Marquese, what a moon,
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Straus's music is barely audible,
Take a glass, I'll pour wine for you.
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I love the smell of your perfume,
Ballroom dancing, wine and love.
S'il vous plaît, madame, to my carriage;
There, I will board you!
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