Only the sad of soul
Wake and begin their day
In the middle of the night
To breakfast on their pride
Their joys and tears just ride
To breakfast with the moon
In the middle of the night
Then to count once more
My miserly hoard
Of your kisses
In this darkness restored
To grasp your raps in grace
In desperate embrace
To make your false heart true
Middle of the night oh oh oh
Then to count once more
My miserly hoard
Of your kisses
In this darkness restored
To grasp your raps in grace
In desperate embrace
To make your false heart true
Middle of the night the night
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