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Your lips were like a red and ruby chalice |
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Warmer than a summer night |
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But clouds were like a alabaster palace |
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Rising to a snowing height |
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Each star its own aura borealis |
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Suddenly you held me tight |
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And I could see the midnight sun |
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I cant explain the silver ring that found |
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Or was that a moonlight vale |
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The music of the universe surround me |
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Or was it that a nightingale |
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And then your arms miraculously found me |
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Suddenly the sky turned pale |
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And I could see the midnight sun |
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Was there ever such a night |
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Its a thrill I still don't quite believe |
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But after you were gone |
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There was still some stardust on my sleeve |
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The flame of it may twiddle to remember |
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And the stars forget to shine |
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And we may see a meadow in December |
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I see white and crystal light |
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But oh my darling ill always remember |
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When your lips were close to mine |
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And we saw the midnight sun |
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The flame of it may twinkle like |
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An amber in the stars forget to shine |
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And we may see a meadow in December |
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I see white and crystal light |
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But oh my darling ill always remember |
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When your lips were close to mine |
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And we saw the midnight sun |
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We saw the midnight sun |
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I can see the midnight sun, yeah |
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What a weekend |
