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(Trnqvist) |
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This starry bright night when I'm doing my usual stroll |
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I guess all I'll get from this childish game is a cold |
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But your window's still lit up, I'll wait here and see |
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if I might catch a glimpse of that shadow that keeps haunting me |
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The moon's big and bright and he's quietly watching the scene |
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of the girl with her heart in her hands and he knows what it means: |
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That it's springtime again, and the foolish are thriving |
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this is no time for reason, and probably no time for love |
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Give me no answer, give me no truth |
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Just give that the light won't go out |
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And I'll be quite content, and indulge in the scent |
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from the lilacs, who kindly are telling me not to despair |
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solo |
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Give me no answer... |
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This starry bright night when I realize it's time to go home... |