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Your lips were like a red and ruby chalice |
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Warmer than the summer night |
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The clouds were like an alabaster palace |
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Rising to a snowy height |
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Each star it's own Aurora Borealis |
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Suddenly you held me tight |
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I could see the midnight sun |
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I can't explain |
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The silver rain that found me |
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Or was that a moonlit veil |
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The music of the Universe |
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Around me |
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Or was 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 can see the midnight sun |
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Was there ever such a night |
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It's a thrill |
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I still don't quite believe |
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But after you were gone |
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There was still some |
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Stardust on my sleeve |
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The flame of it may dwindle |
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To an ember |
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And the stars forget to shine |
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And we may see the meadow in December |
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Icy white and crystaline |
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But oh my darling always I'll remember |
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When your lips were close to mine |
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And I saw the Midnight Sun |
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The Midnight Sun |
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Your lips were like a red and ruby chalice |
|
Warmer than the summer night |
|
The clouds were like an alabaster palace |
|
Rising to a snowy height |
|
Each star it's own Aurora Borealis |
|
Suddenly you held me tight |
|
And I could see the midnight sun |
|
the midnight sun |
|
I can't explain |
|
The silver rain that found me |
|
Or was that a moonlit veil |
|
The music of the Universe |
|
Around me |
|
Or was that a nightingale |
|
And then your arms miraculously found me |
|
Suddenly the sky turned pale |
|
And I can see the midnight sun |
|
Was there ever such a night |
|
It's a thrill |
|
I still don't quite believe |
|
But after you were gone |
|
There was still some |
|
Stardust on my sleeve |
|
The flame of it may dwindle |
|
To an ember |
|
And the stars forget to shine |
|
And we may see the meadow in December |
|
Icy white and crystaline |
|
But oh my darling always I'll remember |
|
When your lips were close to mine |
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And I saw the Midnight Sun |
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And I saw the Midnight Sun |
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And I saw the Midnight Sun |
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the Midnight Sun |
