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Soon, maybe not tomorrow
But soon there'll just be two of us
Soon you and I will borrow
The moon for just the two of us
Sweetly and so discreetly
We'll be completely alone
No other world, only our own
Now we must be contented
With schemes about the two of us
Yet we can have our sweet-scented dreams
That will come true of us
For presently and pleasantly
Our hearts will be in tune
So soon, maybe not tomorrow, but soon