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It's time.
The streets are quiet, the night is young.
I can sing all the melodies, you can sit while they're sung.
Or we can race to the forest,
Maybe just dance out there.
You can spin me around,
While we don't give a care.
And when we goof about,
The moon shall still smile,
Looking at two beauties,
Out at the right time.

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