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I'll Be Seeing You |
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Cathedral bells were tolling |
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and our hearts hang low |
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was it the spell of paris |
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or the April dawn |
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who knows if we shall meet again |
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but when the morning chimes |
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ring sweet again |
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I'll be seeing you |
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In all the old familiar places |
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That this heart of mine embraces |
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All day through |
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In that small cafe |
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The park across the way |
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The children's carousel |
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And The chestnut trees |
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The wishing well |
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And I'll be seeing you |
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In every lovely summer's day |
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In everything that's bright and gay |
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I'll always think of you that way |
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I'll find you in the morning sun |
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And when the night is new |
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I'll be looking at the moon |
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But I'll be seeing you |
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In that small cafe |
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The park across the way |
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The children's carousel |
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And The chestnut trees |
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The wishing well |
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I'll be seeing you |
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In every lovely summer's day |
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In everything that's bright and gay |
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I'll always think of you that way |
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I'll find you in the morning sun |
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And when the night is new |
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I'll be looking at the moon |
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But I'll be seeing you |
