I'll be seeing you,
in the old, familiar places;
that this heart of mine embraces,
all day through
In the small cafe,
the park across the way,
the children's carrousel,
the chestnut tree,
the wishing well
I'll be seeing you
in every lonely summer's day,
in everything that brigh and gay,
i'll always think of you that way,
i'll find you in the morning sun,
and when the night is new,
i'll be looking at the moon,
But i'll be seeing you
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