to moonn6pence from shootingstar
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by ·Î¶ûºÒÂî Laurent Voulzy
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Clair...
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The mament l met you
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I sewar
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I felt as if something, somewhere
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had happened to me
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which lcouldn't see
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¾îµòÁö ¸ð¸¦ ¹«¾ùÀΰ¡¸¦ ´À²¼´Ù°í
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³ ÀÚ½ÅÇØ¿ä.
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³»°¡ ¹Ìó ¾ËÁö ¸øÇÑÀÏÀÌ
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¾î´À ¼ø°£¿£°¡ ÀϾſ¡¿ä.
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And then,
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the moment I met you, again.
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I knew in my heart
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that we were friends.
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It had to be so,
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it couldn't be no.
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±× ÈÄ
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´ç½ÅÀ» ´Ù½Ã º» ¼ø°£,
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³ ¿ì¸®°¡ ¿À·£ Ä£±¸ÀΰÍó·³
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´À²¸Á³¾î¿ä.
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±×·¸°Ô µÇ°í ¸¸°Å¿¡¿ä,
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±×·¸°Ô µÇÁö ¸»¾Ò¾î¾ßÇϴµ¥
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But try as hard as I might do,
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I don't know why.
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You get to me
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in a way I can't describe.
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±×·¸°Ô µÇÁö ¾ÊÀ¸·Á°í ³ë·ÂÀ» ÇßÁö¸¸,
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¿Ö ±×·±Áö ³ªµµ ¸ð¸£°Ú¾î¿ä.
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´ç½ÅÀº Ç¥ÇöÇÒ¼ö ¾ø´Â ¹æ¹ýÀ¸·Î
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³ª¿¡°Ô ´Ù°¡¿Ô°Åµç¿ä.
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Words mean so little
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when you look up and smile.
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I don't care what people say,
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to me you're more than a child.
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´ç½ÅÀÌ ³ª¸¦ º¸°í ¹Ì¼ÒÁöÀ»¶©
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¸»·Î Ç¥ÇöÇÒ¼ö°¡ ¾øÀ»Á¤µµ¿¡¿ä.
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´Ù¸¥ »ç¶÷µéÀÌ ¹«¾ùÀ̶ó°í ¸»Çϵç»ó°ü¾ø¾î¿ä.
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³»°Ô ´ç½ÅÀº ´õÀÌ»ó ¾î¸°¾ÆÀ̰¡ ¾Æ´Ï°Åµç¿ä
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Oh Clair. Clair ...
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¿À ..Ŭ·¹¾î..
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Clair
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If ever a moment so rare
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Was captured for all to compare.
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That moment is you
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in all that you do.
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Ŭ·¹¾î,..
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Áö±Ý²¯ ÀÌ·¸°Ô ³» ¸ðµç°É »ç·ÎÀâÇû´ø
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¼ø°£Àº ¾ø¾úÁö¸¸,
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´ç½ÅÀÌ ³¯ »ç·ÎÀâÀº°Å¿¡¿ä.
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´ç½ÅÀÌ ±×·¸°Ô ÇѰſ¡¿ä..
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But why in spite of
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our age difference do I cry.
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Each time I leave you
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I feel I could die.
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ÇÏÁö¸¸, ¿ì¸® ³ªÀÌ Â÷ÀÌ¿¡µµ
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ºÒ±¸ÇÏ°í ¿Ö ³ ¿ï¸Ô¿©¾ß Çß³ª¿ä.
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´ç½ÅÀ» ¶°³¯¶§¸¶´Ù,
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³ Á×À»°Í¸¸ °°¾Ò¾î¿ä.
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Nothing means more to me
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than hearing you say,
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"I'm going to marry you.
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Will you marry me? uncle Ray"
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´ç½ÅÀÌ ³»°Ô ÀÌ·¸°Ô ¸»Çϴ°É
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µè´Â°Í À̿ܿ¡´Â ¾Æ¹«°Íµµ Àǹ̰¡ ¾ø¾î¿ä,
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"³ ´ç½Å°ú °áÈ¥ÇÒ°Å¿¡¿ä"
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³ª¿Í °áÈ¥ÇØÁֽðھî¿ä? ·¹ÀÌ ¾ÆÀú¾¾"
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Oh Clair Clair ...
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¿À ..Ŭ·¹¾î..
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Clair
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I've told you before
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"Don't you dare!"
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"Get back into bed."
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"Can't you see that it's late."
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"No you can't have a drink."
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"Oh all right then,
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but wait just a minute."
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Ŭ·¹¾î..
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³ ÀÌÀü¿¡ ´ç½Å¿¡°Ô ÀÌ·¸°Ô ¸»Çϰï ÇßÁÒ.
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"¾î¶»°Ô °¨È÷"
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"¾ó¸¥ ÀáÀÚ¸®¿¡ µé°Å¶ó"
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"³Ê ¾ó¸¶³ª ´Ê°Ô¿ÂÁÙ ¾Æ´Ï?"
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"¾ÈµÅ, ¼ú¸¶½Ã¸é ¾ÈµÅ"
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"¾Ë¾Ò¾î,
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ÇÏÁö¸¸ Á¶±Ý ±â´Ù·Á¾ßÇØ"
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While I, in an effort to babysit,
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catch up on my breath,
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What there is left of it.
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´ç½ÅÀÌ ¾î¸±Àû Á¤¼º²¯ µ¹º¸´Â µ¿¾È¿¡µµ,
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³¯ ¼û¸·È÷°Ô ÇÏ´õ´Ï
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Áö±Ý²¯ ¾ÆÁ÷ ³¯ Èûµé°Ô ÇϳªºÁ¿ä
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You can be murder
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at this hour of the day.
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But in the morning
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seem a lifetime away.
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Oh Clair Clair ...
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Oh Clair
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ÇÏ·ç Áß À̼ø°£À̵Ǹé,
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´ç½ÅÀº ÀÜÀÎÇÑ »ç¶÷ÀÌ¿¡¿ä.
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¾ÆÄ§ÀÌ µÇ¸é ³» »îÀÌ ³¡³¯°Í¸¸ °°¾Æ¿ä..
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¿À Ŭ·¹¾î
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¿À Ŭ·¹¾î
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Clair (¼ÛÀ±¾Æ `Å©·ÎÄ¿´ÙÀÏ ·¹À̵ð` ±¤°íÀ½¾Ç)
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| Laurent Voulzy |