| Ever since my heart took such a tumble
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| I’ve wondered if your love for me would last
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| When landmarks fall and institutions crumble
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| Will it be just a memory of the past?
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| When lovers make no rendezvous
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| And stroll along Fifth Avenue
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| When this familiar world is through
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| Will you still be mine?
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| When cabs don’t drive around the park
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| No windows light the summer dark
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| When love has lost its secret spark
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| Will you still be mine?
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| When moonlight on the Hudson’s not romancy
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| And spring no longer turns a young man’s fancy
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| When glamour girls have lost their charms
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| And sirens just mean false alarms
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| When lovers heed no call to arms
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| Will you still be mine?
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| When Elsa’s parties are no fun
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| When FDR declines to run
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| When Eleanor of «My Day» is done
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| Will you still be mine?
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| When Garbo gives out interviews
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| And Harlem folk forget the blues
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| When G-Man Hoover’s out of clues
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| Will you still be mine?
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| A song of love will just remain a gay note
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| When we have finally paid our FHA note
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| When Barrymore first hides his face
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| And when Yehudi leaves a trace
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| When Crosby’s horses win a race
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| Will you still be mine? |