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And now the purple dusk of twilight time

Steals across the meadows of my heart.

High up in the sky the little stars climb,

Always reminding me that we're a - part.

You wandered down the lane and far away.

Leaving me a song that will not die.

Love is now the stardust of yes-ter-day,

The music of the years gone by.

Sometimes I wonder why I spend the lonely night

Dreaming of a song. The mel-o-dy haunts my reverie,

And I am once again with you.

When our love was new, and each kiss an in-spi-ra-tion,

But that was long ago; now my consolation

Is in the stardust of a song.

Beside a garden wall when stars are bright,

You are in my arms; the nightingale tells his fairy tale

Of par-a-dise where ro-ses grew.

Though I dream in vain, in my heart it will re-main:

My stardust mel-o-dy

the memory of love's re - frain.


Sweet Home Alabama




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