I think I can hear it again
Hidden under the palm trees
His tender and sonorous voice
Like a woodpigeon song
Oh, enchanting night
Divine rapture
Oh, charming memory
Mad intoxication, sweet dream!
In the light of the stars
I still think I see her
Partly opening her long sails
To the warm evening winds
Oh, enchanting night
Divine rapture
Oh, charming memory
Mad intoxication, sweet dream!
br/>Charming souvenir!
Charming souvenir!

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