| An April rendezvous by the Thames
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| And two hearts that suddenly light up at the corner of the day
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| Leaving in the evening together to discover Venice
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| And find Paris by discovering love
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| Have dinner without rushing with your heart in your eyes
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| And walk in the rain not knowing it's raining
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| See a love movie that looks a bit like us
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| And it shakes hands when they say goodbye
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| Here are the words, the gestures that make our nights our days
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| The memories that remain of the things of love
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| Morning coffee on the corner of the bed
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| And that it needs to be warmed up because it has cooled down
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| The train where you go for the first time
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| The platform where you come back and all I see is you
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| Make you a little jealous and laugh at your tantrums
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| Which reassures me especially when it's cold in winter
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| Suddenly slamming the door to get rid of us
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| This leaving for nothing this finding for all
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| Here are the words, the gestures that make our nights our days
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| The memories that remain of the things of love
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| An October rendezvous by the Thames
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| And two hearts meet in the quivering night
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| Make love again together by seeing Venice again
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| And fear nothing, not even fall
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| See the passing years with certainty
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| That whatever the weather does with its habits
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| The child who looks like you and who we will have tomorrow
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| Will be able to continue us until the last morning
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| Here are the words, the gestures that make our nights our days
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| The memories that remain of the things of love |