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Lời bài hát: Morris Albert. Other. Laura.


Laura is the face in the misty light,
Footsteps teat you hear down the hall,
The laugh that floats on a summer night
That you can never quite recall.
And you see Laura, on the Train that is passing thru,
Those eyes, how familiar they seem.
She gave your very first kiss to you
That was Laura, but she's only a dream
Albert Morris