| When they begin the beguine
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| It brings back the sound of music so tender
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| It brings back a night of tropical splendor
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| It brings back a memory ever green
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| I’m with you once more under the stars
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| And down by the shore an orchestra’s playing
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| And even the palms seem to be swaying
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| When they begin the beguine
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| To live it again is past all endeavor
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| Except when that tune clutches my heart
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| And there we are, swearing to love forever
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| And promising never, never to part
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| What moments divine, what rapture serene
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| The clouds came along to disperse the joys we had tasted
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| And now when I hear people curse the chance that was wasted
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| I know but too well what they mean
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| So don’t let them begin the beguine
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| Let the love that was once a fire remain an ember
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| Let it sleep like the dead desire I only remember
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| When they begin the beguine
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| O yes, let them begin the beguine, make them play
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| Till the stars that were there before return above you
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| Till you whisper to me once more: «Darling, I love you!»
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| And we suddenly know what heaven we’re in When they begin the beguine |