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A summer evening on the Champs-Élysées
A secret rendezvous they planned for days.
A sea of faces in a crowded cafe,
The sound of laughter as the music plays.

Jeanne-Claude was a student at the Université,
Louise-Marie was just a world away.
He recalled the night they met was warm with laughter
The words were music as she turned away.

I'll meet you at midnight,
Under the moonlight,
I'll meet you at midnight...
But Jeanne-Claude, Louise-Marie will never be...

Each cigarette will light a thousand faces,
Each hour that pass seem like a thousand years.
Midnight was turning into empty spaces
The sound of laughter disappeared.

I'll meet you at midnight,
Under the moonlight,
I'll meet you at midnight...
Oh, but Jeanne-Claude, Louise-Marie will never be...

A summer morning on the Champs-Élysées,
The empty table in the street cafe.
The sunlight melting through an open doorway,
Jeanne-Claude has left to face another day.

I'll meet you at midnight,
Under the moonlight,
I'll meet you at midnight...

I'll meet you at midnight,
Under the moonlight,
I'll meet you at midnight...
Oh, but Jeanne-Claude, Louise-Marie will never be

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