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When it¡¯s late at night
Safe in bed, eyes open wide
The world¡¯s a giant place
and you just wonder on and on
because it¡¯s free.
Like Christmas Eve
every night you¡¯ve wishful dreams
Outside your window-pane
there¡¯s sounds and city lights
but all your sight is gleaned
on something else.
And it¡¯s intangible
this feeling in your soul
Some strange, enchanted inspiration
You are the special one
Blessed imperial
Your world is out of sight...
And it¡¯s intangible
this feeling in your soul
Some strange, enchanted inspiration
You are the special one
Blessed imperial
Your world is out of sight...
When it¡¯s late at night
Silver stardust in your eyes
Your dreams are shimmering
And golden sparkles light the way
imagining...
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