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Once there was a thing called spring
When the world was writing verses like yours and mine All the boys and girls would sing As we sat at little tables and drank May wine Now April, May and June seem sadly out of tune Life has stuck a pin in the balloon Spring is here, why doesn't my heart go dancing? Spring is here, why isn't the waltz entrancing? No desire, no ambition leads me Maybe it's because nobody needs me Spring is here, why doesn't the breeze delight me? Stars appear, why doesn't the night invite me? Maybe it's because nobody loves me Spring is here, spring is here, spring is here, I hear |
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The night is like a lovely tune,
beware my foolish heart! How white the ever constant moon, take care, my foolish heart! There's a line between love and fascination, That's hard to see on an evening such as this, For they give the very same sensation. When you are lost in the passion of a kiss. Your lips are much too close to mine, beware my foolish heart! But should our eager lips combine, then let the fire start. For this time it isn't fascination, or a dream that will fade and fall apart, It's love this time, it's love, my foolish heart. |
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