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April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom Holiday tables under the trees April in Paris, this is a feeling That no one can ever reprise I never knew the charm of spring I never met it face to face I never new my heart could sing never missed a warm embrace Till April in Paris Whom can I run to What have you done to my heart I never knew the charm of spring I never met it face to face I never new my heart could sing never missed a warm embrace Till April in Paris Whom can I run to What did you mean to What have you done to, my heart |