| The party’s over now, the dawn is drawing very nigh,
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| The candles gutter, the starlight leaves the sky;
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| It’s time for little boys and girls to hurry home to bed,
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| For there’s a new day waiting just ahead.
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| Life is sweet,
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| But time is fleet
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| beneath the magic of the moon.
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| Dancing time
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| May seem sublime,
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| But it ended all too soon.
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| The thrill has gone,
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| To linger on
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| Would spoil it anyhow;
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| Let’s creep away
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| >From the day,
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| For the party’s over now.
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| Night is over, dawn is breaking,
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| Everywhere the town is waking,
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| Just as we are on our way to sleep.
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| Lovers meet and dance a little,
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| Snatching from romance a little
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| Souvenir of happiness to keep.
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| The music of an hour ago
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| Was just a sort of «Let's pretend!»,
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| The melodies that charmed us so
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| At last are ended.
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| The party’s over now, the dawn is drawing very nigh,
|
| The candles gutter, the starlight leaves the sky;
|
| It’s time for little boys and girls to hurry home to bed,
|
| For there’s a new day waiting just ahead.
|
| Life is sweet,
|
| But time is fleet
|
| beneath the magic of the moon.
|
| Dancing time
|
| May seem sublime,
|
| But it ended all too soon.
|
| The thrill has gone,
|
| To linger on
|
| Would spoil it anyhow;
|
| Let’s creep away
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| >From the day,
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| For the party’s over now. |