Lyrics April in Paris (take 2) - Ella Fitzgerald , Oscar Peterson
                                                April 
                                                in 
                                                Paris, 
                                                chestnuts 
                                                in 
                                                blossom
 
                                    
                                
                                                Holiday 
                                                tables 
                                                under 
                                                the 
                                                trees
 
                                    
                                
                                                April 
                                                in 
                                                Paris, 
                                                this 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                feeling
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                one 
                                                can 
                                                ever 
                                                reprise
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                never 
                                                knew 
                                                the 
                                                charm 
                                                of 
                                                spring
 
                                    
                                
                                                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?
 
                                    
                                
                                                April 
                                                in 
                                                Paris, 
                                                chestnuts 
                                                in 
                                                blossom
 
                                    
                                
                                                Holiday 
                                                tables 
                                                under 
                                                the 
                                                trees
 
                                    
                                
                                                April 
                                                in 
                                                Paris, 
                                                this 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                feeling
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                one 
                                                can 
                                                ever 
                                                reprise
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                never 
                                                knew 
                                                the 
                                                charm 
                                                of 
                                                spring
 
                                    
                                
                                                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?
 
                                    
                                
                                                One 
                                                more 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                April 
                                                in 
                                                Paris, 
                                                chestnuts 
                                                in 
                                                blossom
 
                                    
                                
                                                April 
                                                in 
                                                Paris
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                one 
                                                more 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                April 
                                                in 
                                                Paris, 
                                                chestnuts 
                                                in 
                                                blossom
 
                                    
                                
                                                April 
                                                in 
                                                Paris
 
                                    
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