Old Hanoi

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[Verse 1]
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  Where are all the satchel boys 
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selling books outside the Metropole?
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  Books to read in English, books of
 light and sorrow,
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Of this foreign land. And they are 
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gone, and they've flown away.


[Verse 2]
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  Where are all the cyclos, with 
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their drivers pedaling grace,
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  Crowded out by motorbike, 
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confined to lesser space in old 
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Hanoi?
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And they grew wings, and they've 
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flown away.


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[Chorus]
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  And in the words of Graham 
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Greene, like the Quiet American,
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  Searching these sacred streets 
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for old Hanoi.
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  And in all of these sacred 
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things I’ve been blessed in life to 
see,
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  I believe I'm in someone’s 
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dream in history.


[Verse 3]
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  Where is the eloquence of the 
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ladies on their bicycles,
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  Dressed in their au dias in the 
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lotus flowered nights of Indochine?
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  And they rode  to progress, 
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and they've flown away.


[Chorus]
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  And in the words of Graham 
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Greene, like the Quiet American
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Who's searching these sacred streets
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For old Hanoi, old Hanoi, old Hanoi.
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  Searching for Indochine, for 
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old Hanoi.
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  Cherchant l’Indochine, old 
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Hanoi, in old Hanoi.