| The sun is sinking low in the sky above Ashokan.
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| The pines and the willows know soon we will part.
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| There’s a whisper in the wind of promises unspoken,
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| And a love that will always remain in my heart.
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| My thoughts will return to the sound of your laughter,
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| The magic of moving as one,
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| And a time we’ll remember long ever after
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| The moonlight and music and dancing are done.
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| Will we climb the hills once more?
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| Will we walk the woods together?
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| Will I feel you holding me close once again?
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| Will every song we’ve sung stay with us forever?
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| Will you dance in my dreams or my arms until then?
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| Under the moon the mountains lie sleeping
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| Over the lake the stars shine.
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| They wonder if you and I will be keeping
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| The magic and music, or leave them behind. |