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ОглавлениеMoonlight becomes you, it goes with your hair—
You certainly know the right things to wear ...
‘The moon that lingered over London Town,
Poor puzzled moon, he wore a frown—
How could he know we two were so in love,
The whole darned world seemed upside down ...’
‘The streets of Town were paved with stars,
It was such a romantic affair—
And as we kissed and said good night,
A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square.’
‘That certain night, the night we met,
There was magic abroad in the air.
There were angels dining at the Ritz,
And a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square.’
‘The moon that lingered over London Town,
Poor puzzled moon, he wore a frown ...’
‘I may be right, I may be wrong,
But I’m perfectly willing to swear,
That when you turned and smiled at me,
A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square.’
