| I recall the story,
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| That night of love and glory
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| A night that left my heart romantic scars
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| We stood so near to heaven
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| That I reached clear to heaven
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| And gathered you a handful of stars
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| Sweet remembered hour
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| When love began to flower
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| With moonlight through the trees like silver bars
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| And as the moon grew older
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| I reached across your shoulder
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| And gathered you a handful of stars
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| I placed my fingertips upon your lips
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| And stars fell in your eyes
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| Moonglow made a halo of your hair
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| Suddenly you looked at me and dreams began to rise
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| Oh, what things unspoken trembled in the air
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| Our hearts were madly beating
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| And then our lips were meeting
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| And Venus seemed to melt right into Mars
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| Then while we stood caressing
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| Blue heaven sent a blessing
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| A shower of a handful of stars… ! |