The lights in Place de la Concorde just went on and the skies are rolling in to meet me - but you are not here. I feel it - strength and vitality next to me - you embody what I feel now. Monuments stand through the ages and new lovers greet in the midst of blue shadows. A mighty tune plays in my ears - breaking to the soul. You are here. A little body warmth would go a long way - breezes inspire but you could do more. It - the breeze - grows stronger - tearing at the hood which hides my face well. Could you find me in the midst of masses? Tamed beasts carry passengers behind them. Horses having gone through a stage called "breaking". Never shall I become as such. The stage isn't set - mine changes - as do the players in it.
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