| Your lips were like a red and ruby chalice
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| Warmer than a summer night
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| But clouds were like a alabaster palace
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| Rising to a snowing height
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| Each star its own aura borealis
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| Suddenly you held me tight
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| And I could see the midnight sun
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| I can’t explain the silver ring that found
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| Or was that a moonlight vale
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| The music of the universe surround me
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| Or was it 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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| And I could see the midnight sun
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| Was there ever such a night
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| Its 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 twiddle to remember
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| And the stars forget to shine
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| And we may see a meadow in December
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| I see white and crystal light
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| But oh my darling ill always remember
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| When your lips were close to mine
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| And we saw the midnight sun
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| The flame of it may twinkle like
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| An amber in the stars forget to shine
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| And we may see a meadow in December
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| I see white and crystal light
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| But oh my darling ill always remember
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| When your lips were close to mine
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| And we saw the midnight sun
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| We saw the midnight sun
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| I can see the midnight sun, yeah
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| What a weekend |