| Your lips were like a red and ruby chalice,
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| Warmer than the summer night
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| The clouds were like an alabaster palace
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| Rising to a snowy height.
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| Each star it’s own aurora borealis,
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| Suddenly you held me tight,
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| I could see the Midnight Sun.
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| I can’t explain the silver rain that found me Or was that a moonlight veil?
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| The music of the universe around me,
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| Or was that a nightingale?
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| And then your arms miraculously found me,
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| Suddenly the sky turned pale,
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| I could see the Midnight Sun.
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| Was there such a night,
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| It’s a thrill I still don’t quite believe,
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| But after you were gone,
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| There was still some stardust on my sleeve.
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| The flame of it may dwindle to an ember,
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| And the stars forget to shine,
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| Or I may see the meadow in December,
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| Icy white and crystalline.
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| But oh my darling always I’ll remember
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| When your lips were close to mine,
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| And I saw the Midnight Sun. |