| When stars appear, I seem to hear a serenade
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| I watch the moon, and then my tune is softly played
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| The music thrills and gently fills my heart with bliss
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| I hear the theme and want to dream and reminisce
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| I close my eyes 'neath the blanket of indigo skies
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| And my serenade sighs like a breeze from heaven above
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| Even at dawn, when the stars and the moonlight have gone
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| My refrain lingers on, like a memory of love
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| The love has flown, and I’m always alone
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| I’m not afraid
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| I’ll always keep my dreamy, my sleepy serenade
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| I like to dream, a sleeping serenade and dream my life away
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| To a dreamy sleepy serenade |