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I never knew the charm of springI never met it face to faceI never knew my heart could singI never missed a warm embraceTill April in Paris, chestnuts in blossomHoliday tables under the treesApril in Paris, this is a feeling That no one can ever repriseI never knew the charm of springI never met it face to faceI never knew my heart could singI never missed a warm embraceTill April in Paris Whom can I run to?What have you done to my heart? From Letras Mania