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Pick out Debussy this evening;
Do it for me.
Watch with me, love, as the sunset
Torches the sea.
Sometimes I get sentimental,
Weighing the years.
Pour us a drink as the nocturnes
Bring me to tears.

Bring on Ravel, now the moonlight
Bleaches the sand:
Music to waltz to — so shall we?
Give me your hand.
No-one will play for us later;
Later is soon.
One two three, heavily, lightly,
Under the moon.

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