| A summer evening on Les Champs Elyses.
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| A secret rendezvous they planned for days.
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| I see faces in the crowded cafe.
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| A sound of laughter as the music plays.
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| Jeanne-Claude was a student at the University,
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| Louise-Marie was just a world away.
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| He recalled the night they met was warm with laughter,
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| The words of music as she turned away.
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| I'll meet you at midnight,
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| Under the moonlight!
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| I'll meet you at midnight!
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| But Jeanne-Claude, Louise-Marie will never be...
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| Each cigarette would light a thousand faces,
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| Each hour that passed seemed like a thousand years.
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| Midnight was turning into empty spaces,
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| The sound of laughter had disappeared.
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| I'll meet you at midnight,
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| Under the moonlight!
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| I'll meet you at midnight!
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| Oh, but Jeanne-Claude, Louise-Marie will never be...
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| A summer morning on Les Champs Elyses.
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| The empty tables of the street cafe.
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| The sunlight melting through an open doorway,
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| Jeanne-Claude has left to face another day.
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| I'll meet you at midnight,
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| Under the moonlight!
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| I'll meet you at midnight!
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| I'll meet you at midnight,
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| Under the moonlight!
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| I'll meet you at midnight!
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| Oh, but Jeanne-Claude, Louise-Marie will never be... |