| The world is lyrical
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| Because a miracle
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| Has brought my lover to me
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| Though he’s some other place, his face I see
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| At night I creep in bed
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| And never sleep in bed
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| But look above in the air
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| And to my greatest joy, my love is there
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| He dances overhead
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| On the ceiling near my bed
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| In my sight
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| Through the night
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| I try to hide in vain
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| Underneath my counterpane
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| But there’s my love
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| Up above
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| I whisper, «Go away, my lover
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| It’s not fair»
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| But I’m so grateful to discover
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| He’s still there
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| I love my ceiling more
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| Since it is a dancing floor
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| Just for my love |