("Encore... une fois")
All I want is the best for our lives my dear,
and you know my wishes are sincere.
What's to say for the days I cannot bear;
A Sunday smile we wore it for a while
and at cemetery mile we paused and sang
'bout Sunday smiles and we felt clean.
We burnt till the ground left a view to admire,
with buildings aside the church of white
burnt till the ground left a grave to admire
Hills reach for the sky, reach the church of white
Beirut, "The Flying Club Cup" - A Sunday Smile
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