| Where are the songs we sung
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| When love in our hearts was young?
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| Where, in the limbo of the swiftly passing years
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| Lie all our hopes and dreams and fears?
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| Where have they gone, words that rang so true
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| When love in our hearts was new?
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| Where, in the shadows that we have to pass among
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| Lie those songs that once we sung?
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| Once in a lifetime when we are very, very young
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| And love comes out to greet us for the first time
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| We open wide our arms and say to him
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| «This is the only and the last time!»
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| That young surrender
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| We can remember when some little tune
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| Recalls our hearts to vanished splendour
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| Like organ music in a sunny street
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| So sweetly flat, so sadly tender
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| And so when love again rides by
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| We sometimes sigh
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| Where are the songs we sung
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| When love in our hearts was young?
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| Can you remember all the foolish things we said
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| The plans we planned, the tears we shed?
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| Where is it now, that enchanted dawn
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| When love in our hearts was born?
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| Where, in the shadows that we have to pass among
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| Lie those songs that once we sung? |