| We met at nine, we met at eight, I was on time, no, you were late
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| Ah, yes, I remember it well
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| We dined with friends, we dined alone, a tenor sang, a baritone
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| Ah, yes, I remember it well
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| That dazzling April moon, there was none that night
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| And the month was June, that’s right, that’s right
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| It warms my heart to know that you remember still the way you do
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| Ah, yes, I remember it well
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| How often I’ve thought of that Friday, Monday night
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| When we had our last rendezvous
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| And somehow I foolishly wondered if you might
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| By some chance be thinking of it too?
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| That carriage ride, you walked me home
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| You lost a glove, aha, it was a comb
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| Ah, yes, I remember it well
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| That brilliant sky, we had some rain
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| Those Russian songs from sunny Spain
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| Ah, yes, I remember it well
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| You wore a gown of gold, I was all in blue
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| Am I getting old? |
| Oh, no, not you
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| How strong you were, how young and gay
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| A prince of love in every way
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| Ah, yes, I remember it well |