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