A small caf? mam’selle, our rendezvous, mam’selle.
The violins were warm and sweet, and so were you mam’selle.
And as the night danced by, a kiss became a sigh,
Your lovely eyes seemed to sparkle just like wine does
No heart ever yearned the way that mine does for you.
And yet I know too well someday you’ll say goodbye,
Then violins will cry, and so will I mam’selle.




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