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What good is the scheming, the planning and dreaming
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That comes with each new love affair
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The dreams that we cherish, so often might perish
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And leaves you with castles in air
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When you're alone, who cares for starlit skies
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When you're alone, the magic moonlight dies
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At break of dawn, there is no sunrise
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When your lover has gone
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What lonely hours, the evening shadows bring
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What lonely hours, with memories lingering
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Like faded flowers, life can't mean anything
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When your lover has gone
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When Your Lover Has Gone
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| Gene Austin |
