| In the dark of deepest night
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| There comes a haunting sigh
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| Floating down from somewhere on high
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| Oh, what a lonely lullaby
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| You’ll hear a symphony in blue
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| When ever BOY MEETS HORN
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| You’ll hear a melody so new when
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| BOY MEETS HORN;
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| Low and oh
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| So sweet that it seems
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| It’s like the mellow music from
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| Another world of dreams;
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| You’ll hear a strange and tender
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| Whenever BOY MEETS HORN
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| And when the music in the moonlight
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| Greets the morn
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| You’ll see him standing way above
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| The crowd and rockin on a cloud
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| Whenever BOY MEETS HORN
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| You’ll hear a symphony in blue
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| When ever BOY MEETS HORN
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| You’ll hear a melody so new when
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| BOY MEETS HORN;
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| Low and oh
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| So sweet that it seems
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| It’s like the mellow music from
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| Another world of dreams;
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| You’ll hear a strange and tender
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| Whenever BOY MEETS HORN
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| And when the music in the moonlight
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| Greets the morn
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| You’ll see him standing way above
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| The crowd and rockin on a cloud
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| Whenever BOY MEETS HORN |