I’ll be seeing you, in all the old familiar places,
That this heart of mine embraces, all day through.
Beneath the 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
And everything that’s light and gay
I’ll always, always, always think of you that way
I’ll find you, yeah 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.
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