| A baffling shimmer
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| A «je ne sais-pas-quoi"*
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| Is always lying the eyes
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| Of a beautiful woman
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| When still, in my eyes
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| With a vis-a-vis*
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| Quite low in they’re sinking
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| Then what say you?
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| I am, from head to foot,
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| Made up of love
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| That is my world
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| And nothing else at all
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| That is what I should do My nature
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| I can only hold love
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| And nothing else at all
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| Men sworm around me Like moths around a light
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| And if they burn
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| I can’t do anything about it I am, from head to foot,
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| Made up of love
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| I can only hold love
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| And nothing else at all
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| What trembles in my hands,
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| In their lively force
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| They want to squander
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| They never have enough
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| You’ll all excuse me You’ll just have to understand
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| It always lures me I think it’s so great!
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| I am, from head to foot,
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| Made up of love
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| That is my world
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| And nothing else at all
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| That is what I should do My nature
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| I can only hold love
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| And nothing else at all
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| Men sworm around me Like moths around a light
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| And if they burn
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| I can’t do anything about it I am, from head to foot,
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| Made up of love
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| I can only hold love
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| And nothing else at all |