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And our lost loves – Remind me once again – Joy followed pain, can you remember when? Come the night tolls the bell, Days depart, here I dwell. Hand in white hand enlaced and face to face, While underneath The bridge of our embrace, Tired of moonstruck gaze, the waters race. Come the night tolls the bell, Days depart, here I dwell. Love disappears, it sinks just like a knife, Love disappears – So slow, this plodding life, And hope is full of misery and strife. Come the night tolls the bell, Days depart, here I dwell. Spent moments leave, stale weeks just up and go, No hour returns, No love, forever no – The Seine runs past the bridge of Mirabeau. Come the night tolls the bell, Days depart, here I dwell.
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