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Teksty: The Platters. Smoke Gets Into Your Eyes.

They asked me how I knew
My true love was true
I of course replied
Something here inside cannot be denied

They said, someday you'll find
All who love are blind
When your heart's on fire
You don't realize smoke gets in your eyes

So I chaffed and I gaily laughed
To think they would doubt my love
Yet today, my love has flown away
I am without my love

Now laughing friends deride
Tears I cannot hide
So I smile and say
When a lovely flame dies, smoke gets in your eyes

The Platters