Sometimes I wonder why I spend the lonely nights 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. Oh, but that was long ago, and now my consolation is in the stardust of a song. And beside a garden wall, when the stars were bright and you were in my arms, the nightingale told its fairy tale of paradise where roses grew. Though I dream in vain, in my heart it always will be my stardust melody, the memory of love's refrain. Though I dream in vain, in my heart it always will remain my stardust melody, the memory of love's refrain. The memory of love's refrain.
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