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Even if the candle burns out
We will still be dancing together:
Gliding through the magic round about,
You and I are made for stormy weather.
We will still be dancing together,
Long after the stars are gone—
You and I are made for stormy weather,
Running through the rain on the lawn.
Long after the stars are gone,
What has been true for me will be you:
Running through the rain on the lawn,
Every memory holds the golden clue.
What has been true for me will be you:
Gliding through the magic round about,
Every memory holds the golden clue,
Even if the candle burns out.