In the still of the night
as I gaze from my window
at the moon in its flight
my thoughts all stray to you.

In the still of the night
while the world is in slumber,
oh, the times without number,
darling, when I say to you

      "Do you love me as I love you?
      Are you my life-to-be, my dream come true?"
      Or will this dream of mine
      fade out of sight

like the moon growing dim
on the rim of the hill
in the chill still of the night?

            - Cole Porter





































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