Of restless hearts
Lay claim to Parisian roads
Stirring beneath
The lantern’s glare
The glowing guardian
For wayward passersby
Bonne nuit mes amis
Trudge on with caution
Gracefully, gallantly, and swift
As tavern’s toll
Like a Sunday overture
Bid farewell
And defer
To the folds of night
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