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Your lips were like a red and ruby chalice, warmer than the summer night |
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The clouds were like an alabaster palace, rising to a snowy height |
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Each star its own aurora borealis, suddenly you held me tight |
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I could see the midnight sun |
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I can't explain the silver rain that found me or was that a moonlit veil? |
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The music of the universe around me or was that a nightingale? |
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And then your arms miraculously found me, suddenly the sky turned pale |
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I could see the midnight sun |
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Was there such a night, it's a thrill I still don't quite believe |
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But after you were gone, there was still some stardust on my sleeve |
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The flame of it may dwindle to an ember and the stars forget to shine |
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And we may see the meadow in December, icy white and crystalline |
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But oh, my darling always I'll remember when your lips were close to mine |
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And we saw the midnight sun |
