| Stillness in the grove
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| Not a rustling sound
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| Softly shines the moon clear and bright
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| Dear, if you could know
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| How I treasure so
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| This most beautiful Moscow Night
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| Lazily the brook like a silvery stream
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| Ripples in the light of the moon
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| And a song afar fades as in a dream
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| In this night that will end too soon
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| Yes a song afar fades as in a dream
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| In this night that will end too soon
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| Dearest, why so sad, why the downcast eyes
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| And your lovely head bent so low
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| Oh, I mustn’t speak, though I’d love to say
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| That you’ve stolen my heart away
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| Promise me my love, as the dawn appears
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| And the darkness turns into light
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| That you’ll cherish dear, through the passing years
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| This most beautiful Moscow Night
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| Say you’ll cherish dear through the passing years
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| This most beautiful Moscow Night |