Upon a veil of midnight blue
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There hung a crescent moon
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To light the view
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But I don't whisper the words
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When the moment arose
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I wonder how he knows
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You say your tongue is tied
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Your words escape and hide
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But he's so patient and kind
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He's prepared to read your mind
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That's very well till you find
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Because of the wine you drank
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Your mind is still a blank
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I wonder how he knows
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I guess I will wonder until
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I pluck up the courage to tell him
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How I feel
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So close I can feel his heart tremble
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That look in his eyes as they close
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I wonder how he knows
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I wonder how he knows
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Upon A Veil Of Midnight Blue
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| Elvis Costello |
