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And all she saw,

Between the tall Parisian banisters

And the wooden spokes beneath horse drawn carriages,

Between the broken glass, an empty shoe

And everything that midnight French are want to do,

Would be all but falling paper

And nothing,

But for the sound of jazz, the steady footfalls

And the distant rattle of dueling rapiers.