| It’s a rainy night in Paris,
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| And the harbour lights are low,
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| He must leave his love in Paris,
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| Before the winter snow;
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| On a lonely street in Paris,
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| He held her close to say,
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| «We'll meet again in Paris,
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| When there are flowers on the Champs-Elysees…»
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| «How long"she said «How long,
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| And will your love be strong,
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| When you’re across the sea,
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| Will your heart remember me…»
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| Then she gave him words to turn to,
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| When the winter nights were long,
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| «Nous serons encore amoureux,
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| Avec les couleurs de printemps…»
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| «And then"she said «And then,
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| Our love will grow again,»
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| Ah but in her eyes he sees,
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| Her words of love are only words to please…
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| And now the lights of Paris,
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| Grow dim and fade away,
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| And I know by the lights of Paris,
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| I will never see her again… |