'You don't have to be Sinatra'

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 apart

You wander down the lane and far away, leaving me a song that will not die.
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 the garden wall, when stars are bright, you are in my arms.
The nightingale tells his fairy tale of paradise where roses grew.

Though I dream in vain, in my heart it will remain:
My stardust melody, the memory of loves refrain.

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