Montmartre Beggar Woman

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Montmartre Beggar Woman

Once you were beautiful⁠—

Now,

Hunched in the cold,

Nobody cares

That you are old.

Once you were lovely⁠—

Now,

In the street,

No one remembers

Your lips were sweet.

Oh, withered old woman

Of rue Fontaine,

Nobody but death

Will kiss you again.