Your lips were like a red
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and ruby chalice
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warmer than the summer night
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the clouds were like
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an alabaster palace
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rising to a snowy height
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Each star
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it's own aurora borealis
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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
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that found me
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or was that a moonlight veil
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The music of the universe
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around me
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Or was that a nightingale
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And then your arms
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miraculously found me
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suddenly the sky turned pale
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I could see the Midnight Sun
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Was there such a night
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it's athrill I still
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Don't quitebelieve
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But after you were gone
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there was still some stardus on
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my sleeve
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The flame of it
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may dwindle to an ember
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and the stars forget to shine
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And we may
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See the meadow in December
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icy white and crystalline
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But oh my darling always
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I'll remember when your lips
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were close to mine
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And we saw the Midnight Sun
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Were close Midnight Sun
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Were close Midnight Sun
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Midnight Sun
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| Ella Fitzgerald & Oscar Peterson |
