| Oh the lights shone down on Broadway
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| They lit up old Times Square
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| When we waltzed like Fred and Ginger
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| All along the great White Way
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| But you never said that ultimately
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| There would be a choice
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| When we tripped the light fantastic
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| And dreamed of Yeats and Joyce
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| How do you measure a heartache
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| How do you hold on to a dream
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| How do you tally the worth of a life
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| When you’re comin' apart at the seams
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| Maybe it’s all in the books that we read
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| Or the music that we make
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| Or maybe it all comes back to
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| Your particular smile on that day
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| Oh how you loved the poetry
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| And the secret words we shared
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| You wondered when you were old and grey
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| If I would continue to care
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| But time hasn’t made any difference
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| You’re as lovely as ever, my dear
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| So I’ll just go right on lovin' you
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| Down all the days and the years
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| This city keeps on changing
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| But you haunt me everywhere
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| From the lions at the Library
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| To the skells at the Terminal
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| If only I could remember how not to care |