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In the still of the night
as I gaze out of my window
at the moon in it's flight
My thoughts all stray to you
In the moon's yellow light
while the world is in slumber
Ah,the times without number
Darling, when I say to you
Do you love me as I love you
Are you my life to be
My dream come true
Or will this dream of mine
fade out of sight
While the Moon's growing dim
on the rim of the hill
in the chill still of the night
Porter Cole:
