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I'm so glad that you knowThere's the same mist here as in LondonSo please rather turn down the tape recorderIndeed we could lieSomewhere on a meadowI could be kissing your eyesAnd the freckles on your faceDown on a meadow of flowersOr in a tower over this grey townJust fall into my handsThough I never knewIf you could say the same(But you would say - the same)Indeed we could lieSomewhere on a meadowI could be kissing your eyesAnd the freckles on your faceAnd the freckles on your faceAnd the freckles on your face From Letras Mania