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Here as I sit at this empty cafe, thinking of you, |
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I remember all those moments, |
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Lost in wonder, |
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That we'll never find again. |
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Though the world is my oyster, it's only a shell |
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Full of memories. |
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And here by the Seine, |
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Notre Dame casts a long, lonely shadow. |
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Now, only sorrow. |
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No tomorrow. |
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There's no today for us. |
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Nothing is there for us to share |
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But yesterday. |
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These cities may change, but there always remains |
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My obsession. |
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Through silken waters, my gondola glides. |
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And the bridge, it sighs. |
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I remember all those moments, |
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Lost in wonder, |
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That we'll never find again. |
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There's no more time for us. |
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Nothing is there |
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For us to share |
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But yesterday. |
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"Tous ces moments de l'enchantement, |
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Qui ne reviendront jamais... |
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Et aujourd'hui pour nous, pour nous il n'y a rien |
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A partager, soif le passe. |
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Tous ces moments de l'enchantement, |
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Qui ne reviendront jamais, jamais, jamais, jamais, jamais, jamais..." |
