The Mirabeau Bridge

Under the Mirabeau bridge the Seine
Flows with our loves;
Must I remeber once again
Joy followed always after pain?
Night may come and clock may sound,
Within your shadow I am bound.

Clasp hand in hand, keep face to face,
Whilst here below
The bridge formed by our arms' embrace
The waters of our endless longing pass.
Night may come and clock may sound,
Within your shadow I am bound.

And like this stream our passiona flow,
Our love goes by;
The violence hope dare not show
Follows time's beat which now falls slow.
Night may come and clock may sound,
Within your shadow I am bound.

The days move on; but still we strain
Back towards time past;
Still to the waters of the Seine
We bend to catch the echo gone.
Night may come and clock may sound,
Within your shadow I am bound.

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