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To: T. Buzzard Trueblood
And now the purple dusk of twilight time
Steals across the meadows of my heart
High up in the sky the little stars climb
Always reminding me that we’re apart
You wander down the lane and far away
Leaving me a song that will not die
Love is now the stardust
Of yesterday
The music
Of the years
Gone by

Chorus:

Sometimes I wonder why I spend
The lonely nights
Dreaming of a song.
The melody haunts my reverie
And I am once again with you.
When our love was new, and each kiss an inspiration.
But that was long ago, and now my consolation
Is in the stardust of a song.
Beside the garden wall, when stars are bright
You are in my arms
The nightingale tells his fairy tale
Of paradise where roses grew.
Though I dream in vain, in my heart you will remain
My stardust melody
The memory of love’s refrain.
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Musically and lyically, only the most perfect song ever written...

10 posted on 04/15/2005 4:27:19 PM PDT by okie01 (A slavering moron and proud member of the lynch mob, cleaning the Augean stables of MSM since 1998.)
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To: okie01
Musically and lyically, only the most perfect song ever written...

You got that right. Not that the opinion of some hippie pothead counts for anything, but Paul McCartney, when asked if there was any song that he wished he had written, named...you guessed it, Stardust.

13 posted on 04/15/2005 4:32:53 PM PDT by T. Buzzard Trueblood ("I have to march because my mother could not have an abortion."-Rep. Maxine Waters, D-CA)
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To: okie01
I agree. But it was a Photo-Finish with "AS TIME GOES BY".
15 posted on 04/15/2005 5:05:10 PM PDT by Pompah
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