| When I hear that serenade in blue
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| I’m somewhere in another world
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| Alone with you.
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| Sharing all the joys we use to know
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| Many moons, ago.
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| Once again your face comes back to me.
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| Just like the theme of some forgotten, melodie.
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| In the album of my memory
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| Serenade, in Blue
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| It seems like only yesterday
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| A small caffee, a crowded floor
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| And as we danced the night away
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| I hear you say forever more
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| And then the song became a sigh
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| Forever more became goodbye;
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| But you remained in my heart.
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| So tell me darling is there still a spark?
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| Or only lonely ashes of the flame, we knew.
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| Should I go on whisteling in the dark?
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| Serenade in Blue
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| It seems like only yesterday
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| A small caffee, a crowded floor.
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| And as we danced the night away
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| I hear you say forever more
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| And then the song became a sigh
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| Forever more became goodbye;
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| But you remained in my heart.
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| So tell me darling is there still a spark?
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| Or only lonely ashes of the flame, we knew.
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| Should I go on whisteling in the dark?
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| Serenade in Blue. |