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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508207" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Babette</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Lady is dancing so lightly,<br>The belle of the Embassy Ball;<br>I lied as I kissed her politely,<br>And hurried away from it all.<br>I'm taxiing up to Montmartre,<br>With never a pang of regret,<br>To toy for awhile with the garter<br>Of her whom I know as Babette.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Lady's an exquisite creature,<br>As rare as a queen on a throne;<br>She's faultless in form and in feature,<br>But oh, she is cold as a stone.<br>And so from her presence I hurry,<br>Her iciness quick to forget<br>In sensuous joy as I bury<br>My face in the breast of Babette.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She's only a flower of the pavement;<br>With Paris and Spring in her eyes;<br>Yet I who foresaw what the grave meant<br>Of passion behold with surprise,<br>When she greets me as gay as a linnet,<br>Afar from life's fever and fret<br>I'm twenty years younger the minute<br>I enter the room of Babette.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The poor little supper she offers<br>Is more than a banquet to me;<br>A different bif-tik she proffers,<br>Pommes frit and a morsel of Brie;<br>We finish with coffee and kisses,<br>Then sit on the sofa and pet . . .<br>At the Embassy Mumm never misses,<br>But pinard's my drink with Babette.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Somehow and somewhere to my thinking,<br>There's a bit of apache in us all;<br>In bistros I'd rather be drinking,<br>Than dance at the Embassy Ball.<br>How often I feel I would barter<br>My place in the social set,<br>To roam in a moonlit Montmartre,<br>Alone with my little Babette.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm no longer young and I'm greying;<br>I'm tailored, top-hatted, kid-gloved,<br>And though in dark ways i be straying,<br>It's heaven to love and beloved;<br>The passion of youth to re-capture. . . .<br>My Lady's perfection and yet<br>When I kiss her I think of the rapture<br>I find in the charms of Babette -<br>Entwined in the arms of Babettte.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q>
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The belle of the Embassy Ball;
I lied as I kissed her politely,
And hurried away from it all.
I'm taxiing up to Montmartre,
With never a pang of regret,
To toy for awhile with the garter
Of her whom I know as Babette..."></div>
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