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When stars appear, I seem to hear a serenade |
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I watch the moon, and then my tune is softly played |
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The music thrills and gently fills my heart with bliss |
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I hear the theme and want to dream and reminisce |
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I close my eyes 'neath the blanket of indigo skies |
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And my serenade sighs like a breeze from heaven above |
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Even at dawn, when the stars and the moonlight have gone |
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My refrain lingers on, like a memory of love |
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The love has flown, and I'm always alone |
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I'm not afraid |
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I'll always keep my dreamy, my sleepy serenade |
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I like to dream, a sleeping serenade and dream my life away |
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To a dreamy sleepy serenade |
