And now the purple dusk of twilight time
Steals across the meadow of my heart.
Love is now the stardust of yesterday
The music of the years gone by.
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.
But that was long ago.
And now my consolation
Is in the stardust of a song.
Beside a garden wall where stars are bright
You are in my arms.
A nightingale sings its fairy tale
Of paradise where roses bloom.
Though I dream in vain
In my heart it will remain
That stardust melody
The memory of love's refrain.
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