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The night is like a lovely tune, beware my foolish heart |
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How white the ever constant moon, take care, my foolish heart |
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There's a line between love and fascination |
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That's hard to see on an evening such as this |
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For they give the very same sensation |
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When you are lost in the passion of a kiss |
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Your lips are much too close to mine, beware my foolish heart |
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But should our eager lips combine, then let the fire start |
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For this time it isn't fascination, or a dream that will fade and fall apart |
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It's love this time, it's love, my foolish heart |
