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Summer RainOur 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 ... Lost (Michael Bublé) writing that was on the wall If I only knew Days were slipping past That the good things never last That you were crying Summer turned to winter And the snow it turned to rain And the rain turned into tears upon your face I hardly recognized the girl you are today And god I hope it's not too ... |
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