The Mirabeau Bridge
Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine And all our loves Why does it make so plain That any joy must always follow pain Let the night come the hour sound clear The days all pass I’m still here Our hands intertwined let’s stay face to face While far below The bridge of our arms strays The languid wave of each endless gaze Let the night come the hour sound clear The days all pass I’m still here Our love drifts away like these waters flow Love drifts away And our lives are so slow With Hope more violent than we could know Let the night come the hour sound clear The days all pass I’m still here. The days and weeks pass in a ceaseless train But no past time Or past love comes again Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine Let the night come the hour sound clear The days all pass I’m still here.
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