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April in Paris. Chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the trees. April in Paris. This is the feeling. No one can ever reprise. I never knew the charm of spring. I never met it face to
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I never knew the charm of spring. Never met it face to face. I never new my heart could sing. Never missed a warm embrace. . April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the trees
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I never knew the charm of spring. Never met it face to face. I never new my heart could sing. Never missed a warm embrace. . April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the trees
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April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the trees. April in Paris, this is a feeling. No one can ever reprise I never knew the charm of spring. Never met it face to face. I
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I never knew the charm of spring. Never met it face to face. I never new my heart could sing. Never missed a warm embrace April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the trees
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April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the trees. April in Paris, this is a feeling. No one can ever reprise I never knew the charm of spring. Never met it face to face. I
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April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the trees. April in Paris, this is a feeling. No one can ever reprise I never knew the charm of spring. Never met it face to face. I
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April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the trees. April in Paris, this is a feeling. No one can ever reprise I never knew the charm of spring. Never met it face to face. I
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drift upon the shiver way Even the light of a silvery moon. laugh at the life that's inside of you. send in shadows under the trees. about to the wind who's voice she speaks She's in the wolf with no
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drift upon the shiver way Even the light of a silvery moon. laugh at the life that's inside of you. send in shadows under the trees. about to the wind who's voice she speaks She's in the wolf with no
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free fall. We don ́t need to face it so bad. feeling so sad. There ́s no reason. ́cause you ́re in every season. in every leaf under the trees. Inside of me. Who gave you heartbeat. to feel the rhythm
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Is true love a trip to Chinatown. Or being held in one's opium gaze. Under the peach trees. There I'll sit and wait Is true love a long walk through Bryant park. Or being held in the month of May
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April in Paris. Chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the trees. April in Paris. This is the feeling. No one can ever reprise. I never knew the charm of spring. I never met it face to
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I never knew the charm of spring. Never met it face to face. I never new my heart could sing. Never missed a warm embrace. . April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the trees
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take a sip of my drink Walk under the clouds. Walk under the trees. Always again. Envy covering me Payback. For all the things. I've done in my past I'm not the reason. It's not my fault. It's not
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take a sip of my drink Walk under the clouds. Walk under the trees. Always again. Envy covering me Payback. For all the things. I've done in my past I'm not the reason. It's not my fault. It's not
