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No, Mary Had No Illusions About Romance. Falling In Love Was A Pretty Name For It, That Was All.

This House Sheltered Us, We Spoke, We Loved Within Those Walls. That Was Yesterday. To-day We Pass On, We See It No More, And We Are Different, Changed In Some Infinitesimal Way. We Can Never Be Quite The Same Again.

Because I Want To; Because I Must; Because Now And Forever More This Is Where I Belong To Be.

You Had To Endure Something Yourself Before It Touched You.

There's Something About Paris That Gives You A Mental Slap All The Time, And You Can't Just Sit Still And Do Nothing. You've Got To Work, To Keep Up With The Pace, The Sting In The Atmosphere.