The clock chimes in the midnight hour
Wilting is the annual moonflower
I sit on my bed in front of you
I'm in a shirt and hand me down sleeping pants
And you're in your nightgown
Goodnight and pleasant dreams love
For our special night is over
I hope someday there will be another
Goodnight and pleasant dreams
Goodnight world
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