Night-time sharpens, heightens each sensation . . .
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darkness stirs and wakes imagination . . .
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silently the senses abandon their defences . . .
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Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendour . . .
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Grasp it, sense it - tremulous and tender . . .
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Turn your face away from the garish light of day,
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turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light -
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and listen to the music of the night . . .
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Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams!
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Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before!
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Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar!
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And you¡Çll live as you¡Çve never lived before . . .
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Softly, deftly, music shall surround you . . .
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Feel it, hear it, closing in around you . . .
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Open up your mind,
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let your fantasies unwind, in this darkness
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which you know you cannot fight -
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the darkness of the music of the night . . .
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Let your mind start a journey through a strange new world!
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Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before!
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Let your soul take you where you long to be !
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Only then
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can you belong to me . . .
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Floating, falling, sweet intoxication!
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Touch me, trust me
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savour each sensation!
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Let the dream begin,
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let your darker side give in to the power of the music that I write -
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the power of the music of the night . . .
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You alone can make my song take flight -
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help me make the music of the night . . .
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Music Of The Night
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Paul Potts |