| But I’m perfectly willing to swear
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| That when you turned and smiled at me
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| A nightingale sang in Berkeley square
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| The moon that lingered over London town
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| Poor puzzled moon he wore a frown
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| How could he know we two were so in love
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| The whole damned world seemed upside down
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| The streets of town were paved with stars
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| It was such a romantic affair
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| And as we kissed and said goodnight
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| A nightingale sang in Berekeley square
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| How strange it was
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| How sweet and strange
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| There was never a dream to compare
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| To those hazy crazy nights we met
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| And a nightingale sang in Berkeley square
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| Ah this heart of mine
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| Loud and fast
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| Like a merry-go-round in a fair
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| We would dance cheek to cheek
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| And a nightingale sang in Berkeley square
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| The dawn came stealing up
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| All gold and blue
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| To interrupt our rendez-vous
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| I still remember how you smiled and said
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| Was that a dream or was it true?
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| Our homeward step was just as light
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| As the dancing feet of Astaire
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| And like an echo far away
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| And a nightingale sang in Berkeley square
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| And a nightingale sang in Berkeley square
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| That night in Berkeley square |