When they begin the beguine
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It brings back the sound of music so tender,
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It brings back a night of tropical splendor,
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It brings back a memory ever green.
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I'm with you once more under the stars,
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And down by the shore an orchestra's playing
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And even the palms seem to be swaying
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When they begin the beguine.
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To live it again is past all endeavor,
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Except when that tune clutches my heart,
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And there we are, swearing to love forever,
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And promising never, never to part.
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What moments divine, what rapture serene,
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Till clouds came along to disperse the joys we had tasted,
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And now when I hear people curse the chance that was wasted,
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I know but too well what they mean;
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So don't let them begin the beguine
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Let the love that was once a fire remain an ember;
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Let it sleep like the dead desire I only remember
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When they begin the beguine.
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Oh yes, let them begin the beguine, make them play
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Till the stars that were there before return above you,
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Till you whisper to me once more,
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Darling, I love you!
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And we suddenly know What heaven we're in,
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When they begin the beguine
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Begin The Beguine
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Ella Fitzgerald |