| That certain night, the night we met,
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| There was magic abroad in the air.
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| There were angels dining at the Ritz,
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| And a nightingale sang in Berkley Square.
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| I may be right, I may be wrong,
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| But I’m perfectly willing to swear.
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| That when you turned and smiled at me,
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| A nightingale sang in Berkley Square.
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| The moon that lingered over London town,
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| Poor puzzled moon, he wore a frown.
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| How could he know we two were so in love?
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| The whole darn world seemed upside down.
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| The streets of town were paved with stars,
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| It was such a romantic affair,
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| And, as we kissed and said goodnight,
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| A nightingale sang in Berkley Square.
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| When dawn came steaming up,
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| All Gold and Blue,
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| To interact our Rendevous.
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| I’ll still remember how you smiled and said,
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| Was that a dream or was it true?
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| Our homeward step was just as light,
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| as the tap dancing feet of Astair.
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| And like an echo far away,
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| A Nightingale Sang In Berkley Square.
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| I know 'cause I was there, that night in Berkley Square |