IsnĄ¯t it a lovely night?
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And so alive with fireflies
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Providing us their holy light
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And here we made a bed of boughs
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And thistles-downs that we had found
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To lay upon the dewy ground
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And isnĄ¯t it a lovely way
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We got in from our place?
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IsnĄ¯t it babe?
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My sweet little baby
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WasnĄ¯t it a lovely breeze,
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The swept the leaves of arbor leaves?
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And bent to brush our blushing knees
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And here we died our little deaths
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And we were left to catch our breaths
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So swiftly lifting from our chests
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And isnĄ¯t a lovely way
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We got in from our place
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IsnĄ¯t it babe?
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A sweet little baby
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Isn't It a Lovely Night?
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| The Decemberists |
