When nights descend, a velvet shroud,
When nights are dark, and secrets bowed,
Then hearts will speak, in whispers low,
And memories of you will flow,
And memories of you will flow.
When nights descend, a velvet shroud,
Then hearts will speak, in whispers low,
And memories of you will flow,
And memories of you will flow.
When mango boughs begin to sway,
And distant koels softly play,
Then memories of you will rise,
And memories will fill my eyes,
When nights descend, a velvet shroud,
Then hearts will speak, in whispers low,
And memories of you will flow,
And memories of you will flow.
When you remember, far away,
When you remember, come what may,
And sigh, a breath, a whispered plea,
A forgotten moment, you and me,
When starlight spills, a silver gleam,
When starlight shimmers, like a dream,
And moonbeams flirt, with playful grace,
Upon my tear-stained, longing face,
When my own heart begins to leap,
And eyelids flutter, in their sleep,
Then memories of you will call,
And memories will claim us all,
And memories of you will flow.
When nights descend, a velvet shroud,
Then hearts will speak, in whispers low,
And memories of you will flow,
And memories of you will flow.
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