And now the purple dust 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...

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        Sometimes I wonder why I spend the lonely night dreaming of a song.
          That 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...
                Now my consolation is in the stardust of a song.
                  Beside a garden wall where stars are bright, you are in my arms.
                    That nightingale tells its fairy tale, of paradise where roses grew.
                      Though I dream in vain, in my heart it will remain;
                        my stardust melody, the memory of love's refrain.