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Our Last Summer

The summer air was soft and warm
The feeling right, the Paris night
Did its 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

We made our way along the river
And we sat down in the grass
By the Eiffel tower
I was so happy we had met
It was the age of no regret
Oh yes
Those crazy years, that was the time
Of the flower-power
But underneath we had a fear of flying
Of getting old, a fear of slowly dying
We took the chance
Like we were dancing our last dance

I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
In the tourist jam, round the Notre Dame
Our last summer
Walking hand in hand

Paris restaurants
Our last summer
Morning croissants
Living for the day, worries far away
Our last summer
We could laugh and play

And now you're working in a bank
The family man, a football fan
And your name is Harry
How dull it seems
Yet you're the hero of my dreams

I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
In the tourist jam, round the Notre Dame
Our last summer
Walking hand in hand
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... Мерлин/Гарри, всё такое, можно без банка и футбола, можно с ателье и гольфом, но чтобы романтикаааа... и осадочек горький такой. Хоть на фест иди с заявкой) Но нет, не пойду, ибо спалила уже) Может, сама напишу потом, может, кто идею увидит и подхватит, как-то странно хочется этого пейринга последнее время. Почему-то так и вижу напевающего это Мерлина...
I can still recall our last summer *напевает* I still see it all...

@музыка: ABBA – Our Last Summer

@настроение: О, моё образное воображение!

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