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When they begin the beguine |
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It brings back the sound of music so tender |
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It brings back a night of tropical splendor |
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It brings back a memory evergreen |
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I'm with you once more under the stars |
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And down by the shore an orchestra's playing |
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And even the palms seem to be swaying |
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When they begin the beguine |
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To live it again is past all endeavor |
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Except when that tune clutches my heart |
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And there we are swearing to love forever |
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And promising never, never to part |
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What moments divine, what rapture serene |
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Till clouds came along to disperse the joys we had tasted |
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And now when I hear people curse the chance that was wasted |
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I know but too well what they mean |
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So don't let them begin the beguine, let them play |
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Let the love that was once a fire remain an ember |
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Let it sleep like a dead desire, I only remember |
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When they begin the beguine |
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Oh yes, let them begin the beguine, make them play |
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Till the stars that were there before remain above you |
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Till you whisper to me once more, "Darling, I love you" |
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And we suddenly know what heaven we're in |
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When they begin the beguine |
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When they begin the beguine, oh |
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Oh, the beguine |
