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When Joanna loved me, |
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every town was Paris; |
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And every day was Sunday, |
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Every month was May. |
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When Joanna loved me, |
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every sound was music; |
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It was music made of laughter |
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Laughter that was bright and gay. |
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But when Joanna left me, |
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May became December. |
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But even in December, I remember; |
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Her touch, her smile |
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And for a little while; |
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She loves me! |
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And once again, it's Paris: |
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Paris is on Sunday: |
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And the month is May. |
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And the month is May. |
