Mirabeau Bridge Under Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine
our love and I can not forget it
there was always the joy after the pain.
Come the night time sounds
day I go not yet.
we stand with hands in hands, face to face
and under the bridge of our arms
tired eyes of the eternal wave passes.
Come the night time sounds
day I go not yet.
Love goes like this water current
love goes
how life is slow
and that hope is violent.
Come the night time sounds
day I go not yet.
The days and weeks pass
but neither the time spent
neither loves returning
under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine.
Come the night time sounds
day I go not yet.
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