Honroe: We met at nine
Mamita: We met at eight
Honroe: I was on time
Mamita: No, you were late
Honroe: Ah, yes, I remember it well
We dined with friends
Mamita: We dined alone
Honroe: A tenor sang
Mamita: A baritone
Honroe: Ah, yes, I remember it well
That dazzling April moon!
Mamita: There was none that night
And the month was June
Honroe: That's right. That's right.
Mamita: It warms my heart to know that you
remember still the way you do
Honroe: Ah, yes, I remember it well
Honroe: How often I've thought of that Friday
Mamita: Monday
Honroe: night when we had our last rendezvous
And somehow I foolishly wondered if you might
By some chance be thinking of it too?
That carriage ride
Mamita: You walked me home
Honroe: You lost a glove
Mamita: I lost a comb
Honroe: Ah, yes, I remember it well
That brilliant sky
Mamita: We had some rain
Honroe: Those Russian songs
Mamita: From sunny Spain
Honroe: Ah yes, I remember it well.
You wore a gown of gold
Mamita: I was all in blue
Honroe: Am I getting old?
Mamita: Oh, no, not you
How strong you were
How young and gay
A prince of love
In every way
Honroe: Ah, yes, I remember it well

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