Weave your way through the City of Light
And meet me at the Chateau tonight
Here among daisies and marigolds, rest
Mingle, but let not their beauty impress
Let not the lily your amour propre mar
For your grace and prestige do outweigh hers by far
Skirt the snapdragons and sunflowers too
Should they your magnificence try to outdo
'Tis here in Malmaison's bed you must wait
Til the sun rises up to the garden elate
For the great Belgian brush who paints great Queen Marie
Comes here this great morn to pay tribute to thee
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