| Who was that sneaking up the stairs?
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| Taking a hairpin from her hair
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| A vision of the locks fallin' down
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| Crossed my mind and played with the sound
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| Of tapping, gentle tapping at my morning starship
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| The crystal glint of the turning glass
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| The creaking sound of the rusted latch
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| As she slowly opened the door
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| The darkness told me nothing more
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| Except to say that she was near my morning starship
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| She stood within the threshold silently
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| A ray of moonlight caught her eyes
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| Without a word she said, «Could I come in?»
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| And I said, «Well, you’re in already
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| You might as well sit down and stay awhile»
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| She made her way across the room
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| Her golden hair eclipsed the moon
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| The perfect head framed in silver blue
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| Found its way to mine and then I knew
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| The girl, the girl, the girl had flown my morning starship
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| She’s gone away, what can I do?
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| She took the key, she’s got the clue
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| Mysteries unfold with the latch
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| What she knows I’ll never forget
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| The girl, the girl, the girl has flown my morning starship
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| Yeah, she travels with me now in my morning starship
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| Oh, boom, boom, boom, morning starship |