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Warmer than the summer night, or i may see the meadow in december
Or i may see the meadow in december, when your lips were close to mine
Suddenly you held me tight, each star it s own aurora borealis, the flame of it may dwindle to an ember
Suddenly the sky turned pale, when your lips were close to mine, the flame of it may dwindle to an ember
it s a thrill i still don t quite believe
Icy white and crystalline, each star it s own aurora borealis
Suddenly you held me tight, and then your arms miraculously found me
I can t explain the silver rain that found me or was that a moonlight veil, the flame of it may dwindle to an ember, i could see the midnight sun
suddenly you held me tight
rising to a snowy height
it s a thrill i still don t quite believe
The flame of it may dwindle to an ember, when your lips were close to mine, or was that a nightingale
There was still some stardust on my sleeve, or i may see the meadow in december Sun, and i saw the midnight sun
But after you were gone, it s a thrill i still don t quite believe
icy white and crystalline
I can t explain the silver rain that found me or was that a moonlight veil, each star it s own aurora borealis
Or i may see the meadow in december, warmer than the summer night Sun, i could see the midnight sun
Your lips were like a red and ruby chalice, warmer than the summer night Midnight, suddenly you held me tight
But oh my darling always i ll remember, suddenly the sky turned pale
Or was that a nightingale, and i saw the midnight sun
the music of the universe around me
Suddenly the sky turned pale, the music of the universe around me
Icy white and crystalline, rising to a snowy height, i could see the midnight sun
When your lips were close to mine, your lips were like a red and ruby chalice, and i saw the midnight sun