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Cathedral bells were tolling
And our heart sang on.
Was it the spell of Paris,
Or that April dawn?
Who knows if we shall meet again,
But when the morning chimes ring sweet again
I'll be seeing you,
In all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces all day through.
In that small cafe
The park across the way
The children's carousel
The chestnut trees
The wishing well
I'll be seeing you
In every lovely Summer's day
In everything that's light and gay.
I'll always think of you that way.
I'll find you in the morning sun
And when the night is new.
I'll be looking at the moon,
But I'll be seeing you.