| Midsummer’s night, revelers caught in a haze
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| The air hangs thick with their perfume
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| You’re enchantingly eloquent in every phrase
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| As we dance to a familiar tune
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| Black and white memories swept me away
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| And the eyes of someone I knew
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| Made me succumb to familiar pains
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| 'Neath the light of a silvery moon
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| Stockholm or Paris, London or Venice
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| Where did we last rendezvous?
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| Centuries passed since the last time you swore
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| That you would see me soon
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| Toe to toe, ancient soul pierced by your gaze
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| Graceful hair kissed by pale blooms
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| I’m a fool, I’m moondrunk, and I’m tasting stars
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| 'Neath the light of a silvery moon
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| Drawn by words of late romantics
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| Strange, familiar elegance
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| If I am dreaming, let me sleep through the night
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| Forget the broken promises
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| Embrace the warm and tenebrous
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| The world only fades for the length of a sigh
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| Speaking in couplets and drinking our wine
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| The glow of the dawn comes too soon
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| Just two poets lost in time
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| 'Neath the light of a silvery moon |