| 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 Berkeley 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 Berkeley 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 darned 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 good night
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| A nightingale sang in Berkley Square
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| How strange it was, how sweet and strange
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| There was never a dream to compare
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| That hazy crazy night we met
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| When a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square
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| Aw this heart of mine, it beat loud and fast
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| Like a merry-go-round in a fair
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| For we were dancing cheek to cheek
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| And a Nightingale sang in Berkeley Square
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| When dawn came stealin' up all gold and blue
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| To interrupt our rendez-vous
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| I still remember how you smiled and said
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| Was that a dream or was it true?
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| But a hundred step was just as light
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| As the dancing feet of Astaire
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| And just like an echo far away
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| A nightingale sang in Berkeley
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| A nightingale sang in Berkeley
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| That night in Berkeley Square |