| Met her in the summer
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| She was selling flowers In the streets of Paris
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| And we passed away the hours
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| Talking with our eyes and laughing
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| 'Cause I spoke not her language
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| Still I remember her
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| Still we understood completely
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| That our love would last no longer
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| Than the mornings early chime
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| Still I cannot forget her
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| And the hours we spent together
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| And the time that she was mine
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| And I remember her
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| At first I felt uneasy
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| Cause she didn’t care to know me
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| 'Till our bodies introduced us
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| And we cared to know no more
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| In her softness warmth and giving
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| In her selfless way of giving
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| She had taught me so much more
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| Still we understood completely
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| That our love would last no longer
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| Than the mornings early chime
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| Still I cannot forget her
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| And the hours we spent together
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| And the time that she was mine
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| And I remember her
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| We parted in the rainy streets of Paris
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| She looked at me as though I’d never been
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| Then disappeared into a crowd of strangers
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| Her flowers in her hand
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| To sell her life again
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| Still we understood completely
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| That our love would last no longer
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| Than the mornings early chime
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| Still I cannot forget her
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| And the hours we spent together
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| And the time that she was mine
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| And I remember her
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| And I remember her |