Writer(s): david raksin - johnny mercer Laura is the face in the misty lights Footsteps that you hear down the hall The (love) that floats on a summer night That you can never quite recall And you see laura on a train that is passing through Those eyes how familiar they seem She gave your very first kiss to you That was laura but she's only a dream She gave your very first kiss to you That was laura But she's only a dream
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