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That certain night, the night we met.

There was magic abroad in the air.

There were angels dining at the Ritz.

And a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square.

I may be right, I may be wrong.

But I'm perfectly willing to swear.

That as we kissed and said goodnight.

A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square.

The moon that lingered over London Town.

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Poor puzzled moon, he wore a frown.

How could he know we two were so in love.

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The whole darned world seemed upside down.

The streets of town were pathed with stars.

It was such a romantic affair.

But as we kissed and said good night.

A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square.