| Where the Blue of the Night Meets the Gold of the Day |
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| Where the blue of the night meets the gold of the day |
| Someone waits for me; |
| And the gold of her hair crowns the blue of her eyes |
| Like a halo tenderly; |
| If only I could see her, |
| Oh how happy I would be; |
| Where the blue of the night meets the gold of the day |
| Someone waits for me. |
