Dearest Esmeralda, in another age
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Antiques would be modern, we would be the rage
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Silk would be in fashion, we would dress in lace
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Love would be the passion and the saving grace
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I slept one rainy night with you in Paris
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Made up for a thousand wasted years
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Dearest Esmeralda, you are magic
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I close my eyes and you make love appear
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Dancing in the shimmer of a crystal chandelier
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Shadows singin¡¯ so low only we could hear
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Moving to the glimmer, shaking to the storm
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Outside it was raging, but inside it was warm
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We said goodnight in the candlelight and thunder
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Now I wake and find you¡¯re never there
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I¡¯m becoming old enough to wonder
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Happy that I¡¯m still too young to care
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Masterpieces crumble, empires tumble down
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Refugees and fantasies go underground
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Romance lasts forever, love don¡¯t fade away
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They may take our future, but they don¡¯t stop yesterday
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¡®Cause somewhere in the cloudy skies of Paris
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we were part of some artist¡¯s design
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Dearest Esmeralda, you are magic
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In the gray around me how you shine
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Oh oh, how you shine
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Words and music by Bill Danoff
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Dearest Esmeralda
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| John Denver |
