| The night is young, the skies are clear
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| So if you want to go walking, dear,
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| It’s delightful, it’s delicious, it’s de-lovely.
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| I understand the reason why
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| You’re sentimental, 'cause so am I,
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| It’s delightful, it’s delicious, it’s de-lovely.
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| You can tell at a glance
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| What a swell night this is for romance,
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| You can hear dear Mother Nature
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| Murmuring low,
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| «Let yourself go!»
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| So please be sweet, my chickadee,
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| And when I kiss you, just say to me,
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| «It's delightful, it’s delicious,
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| It’s delectable, it’s delirious,
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| It’s dilemma, it’s delimit, it’s deluxe,
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| It’s de-lovely».
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| I feel a sudden urge to sing
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| The kind of ditty that invokes the spring.
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| I’ll control my desire to curse
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| While you crucify the verse.
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| This verse I started seems to me The Tin-Pantithesis of a melody,
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| So spare us all the pain,
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| Just skip the darn thing and sing the refrain…
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| Mi, mi, mi, mi,
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| Re, re, re, re,
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| Do, sol, mi, do, la, si.
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| The night is young, the skies are clear
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| So if you want to go walking, dear,
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| It’s delightful, it’s delicious, it’s de-lovely.
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| I understand the reason why
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| You’re sentimental, 'cause so am I,
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| It’s delightful, it’s delicious, it’s de-lovely.
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| You can tell at a glance
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| What a swell night this is for romance,
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| You can hear dear Mother Nature
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| Murmuring low,
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| «Let yourself go!»
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| So please be sweet, my chickadee,
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| And when I kiss you, just say to me,
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| «It's delightful, it’s delicious,
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| It’s…It's de-lovely». |