LAURA
                  hudba: D.Raksin    text: J.Mercer

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            You know the feeling of
            something half remembered,
            Of something that never happened Yet
            you recall it well.
            You know the feeling of
            recogniying someone That
            you've never met as
            far as you could tell; well:

            Laura, is the face in the místy light,
            Footsteps that you hear clown the hall,
     :S:  The laugh that floats on a summer night,
            That you can never quite recall.
            And you see Laura,
            on the train that is passing thru,
            Those eyes, how familiar they seem,
            She gave your very first kiss to you,
            That was Laura but she's only a dream. :S:

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