(1959) George Bassman, Chayefsky
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Only the lonely love, only the sad of soul,
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Wake and begin their day in the middle of the night,
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To breakfast on their pride, burnt joys and tears just dried
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To breakfast with the moon in the middle of the night.
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Then to count once more my miserly store of your kisses
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In this darkness restored,
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To grasp your absent grace in desperate embrace,
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To make your false heart true, in the middle of the night oh oh oh
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Then to count once more my miserly store of your kisses
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In this darkness restored,
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To grasp your absent grace in desperate embrace,
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To make your false heart true, in the middle of the night .
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Theme from "Middle of the Night"
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| Nina Simone |
