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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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