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The scene is set for dreaming |
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Love's knocking at the door |
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But oh my heart, |
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I'm reluctant to start |
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For we've been fooled before |
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The night is like a lovely tune |
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Beware, my foolish heart |
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How white the ever constant moon |
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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 both give the very same sensation |
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When you are lost in the magic of a kiss |
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Her lips are much too close to mine |
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Beware, my foolish heart |
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But should our eager lips combine |
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Then let the fire start |
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For this time, it isn't fascination |
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Or a dream that will fade and fall apart |
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It's love, this time it's love, my foolish heart |
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For this time, it isn't fascination |
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Or a dream that will fade and fall apart |
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It's love, this time it's love, my foolish heart |
