Al Stewart
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Bastille ⪢⪢
The wands of smoke are rising from the walls of the Bastille and through the streets of Paris runs a sense of the unreal.
The Kings have all departed.
Their servants are no where.
We burned out their mansions in the name of Robespierre. #song #lyrics
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19651
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Bonaparte ⪢⪢
Inside the midnight councils, the lamps are burning low on you sit and talk all through the night but there's just no place to go.
And Bonaparte is coming with his army from the south.
Marat, your days are numbered and we live hand to mouth. #song #lyric
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19653
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Paris ⪢⪢
The ghost of revolution still prowls the Paris streets.
Down all the restless centuries it wanders incomplete.
It speaks inside the cheap red wine of Cafe summer nights.
Its red and amber voices call the cars at traffic lights. #song #lyrics
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