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Cathedral bells were tolling |
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And our hearts sang on |
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Was it the spell of |
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ParisOr the |
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April dawn? |
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Who knowsIf we shall make it? |
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But when the morning |
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Just rings sweet again |
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I'll be seeing you |
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In all the old familiar places |
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That this heart of mine embraces |
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All day through |
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In that small cafe |
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The park across the way |
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The children's carousel |
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The chestnut trees or the wishing well |
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I'll be seeing you |
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In every lovely summer's day |
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And in everything that's light and gay |
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And I'll always think of you that way |
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I'll find you in the morning sun |
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And when the night is new |
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I'll be looking at the moon |
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But I'll be seeing you |
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I'll be seeing you |
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In every lovely summer's day |
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In everything that's light and gay |
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I'll always think of you that way |
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I'll find you in the morning sun |
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And when the night is new |
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I'll be looking at the moon |
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I'll be seeing, seeing, seeing, seeing |
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Seeing you looking at the moon |
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I'll be looking at the moon |
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But I'll be seeing, seeing you |
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Get up in the morning seeing you |
