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Today is just another day, tomorrow is a guess |
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But yesterday, oh, what I'd give for yesterday |
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To relive one yesterday and its happiness |
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When Joanna loved me |
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Every town was Paris |
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Every day was Sunday |
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Every month was May |
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When Joanna loved me |
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Every sound was music |
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Music made of laughter |
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Laughter that was bright and gay |
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But when Joanna left me |
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May became December |
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But, even in December, I remember |
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Her touch, her smile, and for a little while |
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She loves me |
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And once again it's Paris |
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Paris on a Sunday |
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And the month is May |
