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Sometimes I wonder why I spend the lonely night
Dreaming of a song.
The melody haunts my reverie,
And I am once again with you.
When our love was new,
And each kiss an inspiration,
But that was long ago
Now my consolation is in the stardust of a song.
Beside a garden wall when stars are bright,
You are in my arms,
The nightingale tells his fairy tale
Of paradise where roses grew.
Tho' I dream in vain,
In my heart it will remain
My stardust melody
The memory of love's refrain.

