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Summer DreamsOur last summer (ABBA) Original (deutsch) The summer air was soft and warm The feeling right The Paris night did its best to please us And strolling down the Elysee We had a drink in each café And you You talked of politics philosophy and I smiled like Mona Lisa We had our chance It was a fine and true romance ... you´re working In a bank The family man A football fan And your name is Harry How dull it seems Yet you´re the hero of my dreams ... |
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