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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 ever green |
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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 playin' |
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Even the palms seem to be swayin' |
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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 the tune clutches my heart |
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And there we are, swearin' 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 come along to disperse the joys we have 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 |
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Let the love that was once a fire remain an ember |
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Let it sleep like the dead desire, I only remember |
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When they begin the beguine |
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When they begin the beguine |
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When they begin the beguine |
