ABBA Our Last Summer
The summer air was soft and warm The feeling right, the Paris night Did it s best to please us And strolling down the Elysee We had a drink in each cafe And you You talked of politics, philosophy and I Smiled like Mona Lisa We had our chance It was a fine and true romance I can still recall our last summer I still see it all Walks along the Seine, laughing in the rain Our last summer Memories that remain
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