Love at the Harbourfront

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like Paris on a summer’s eve
your shadow will be
painted with a softened glow
but oh, no, no
no glass will we need
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I sailed in, lost
weaving the harbour
watching the docks
and floating along
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I knew I was late
but such was the ardour
rushing the clocks
boating along
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“I don’t need this
maybe it’d be good
I can’t see this
it’s not as it should”
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like Paris on a summer’s eve
your shadow will be
painted with a softened glow
but oh, no, no
[repeat 4 lines of chorus]
no glass will we need
.
as wholesome as oats
I was filled with wonder
along by the boats
you threw me a line
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I thought I was grasping
emerging from under
but what I was clasping
was stronger than twine
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and all the time
“maybe it’d be good
I can’t see it
being as it should”
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like Paris on a summer’s eve
your shadow will be
painted with a softened glow
but oh, no, no
[repeat 4 lines of chorus]
no glass will we need
I see it quite clearly
where I want to be
I never saw nearly
so throw out the “should”
and throw out the maybe
it’s perfectly good
it’s perfectly good
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like Paris on a summer’s eve
your shadow will be
painted with a softened glow
but oh, no, no
[repeat 4 lines of chorus]
no glass will we need
twisted in twine
it’s perfectly fine, without
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Copyright L.M. 2010.

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