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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, how many names such as this |
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For they both have the very same sensation |
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When you're locked 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 |
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My foolish heart |
