| How strange it was, how sweet and strange
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| There was never a dream to compare
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| With that hazy, crazy night we met
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| When a nightingale sang in berkeley square
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| This heart of mine beat loud and fast
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| Like a merry-go-round in a fair
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| For we were dancing cheek to cheek
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| And a nightingale sang in berkeley square
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| When dawn came stealing up all golden blue,
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| To interrupt our rendezvous.
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| I still remember how you smiled and said,
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| «was that a dream or was it true?»
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| Our homeward step was just as light
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| As the tap-dancing feet of astaire
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| And like an echo far away,
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| A nightingale sang in berkeley square.
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| Our homeward step was just as light
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| As the tap-dancing feet of astaire
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| And like an echo far away,
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| A nightingale sang in berkeley square
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| I know 'cause i was there,
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| That night in berkeley square |