We fell in love one summer night, The stars hang low, the moon was white, That´s where I´ll start when I write my memoirs.
The way you look, the things you said, The clothes you wore, the books you read, I´ll tell of all these things in my memoirs. As the pages turn, love lives anew, worth paint a picture of you Read between the lines, dear, if you will, And you will learn that I love you still. And there´s a footnote referring you Back to the night you said we´re through. There´s nothing more to say in my memoirs. [We fell in love one summer night,] [The stars hang low, the moon was white,] [That´s where I´ll start when I write my memoirs.] [The way you look, the things you said,] [The clothes you wore, the books you read,] [I´ll tell of all these things in my memoirs.] As the pages turn, love lives anew, worth paint a picture of you
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