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Your lips were like a red and ruby chalice, warmer than the summer night |
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The clouds were like an alabaster palace rising to a snowy height. |
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Each star it's own aurora borealis, suddenly you held me tight, |
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I could see the |
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Midnight Sun. |
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I can't explain the silver rain that found me--or was that a moonlight veil? |
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The music of the universe around me, or was that a nightingale? |
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And then your arms miraculously found me, suddenly the sky turned pale, |
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I could see the |
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Midnight Sun. |
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Was there such a night, it's a thrill |
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I still don't quite believe, |
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But after you were gone, there was still some stardust on my sleeve. |
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The flame of it may dwindle to an ember, and the stars forget to shine, |
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And we may see the meadow in |
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December, icy white and crystalline. |
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But oh my darling always |
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I'll remember when your lips were close to mine, |
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And we saw the |
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Midnight Sun. |
