| Our love was something more than just a like love
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| We never thought of it as fly by night love
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| We lost a lovely inspiration
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| For something called sophistication
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| Have we forgotten that a distant starlight
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| Is far more lovely than a cocktail bar light
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| These are unromantic cold days
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| Don’t you remember the old days
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| We walked together in April rains
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| The city streets or country lanes
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| Have you forgotten the you and me that used to be
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| We’d see a movie or do the zoo
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| Or window shop the avenue
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| Don’t you remember the you and me that used to be
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| We loved to often prime this ragtime tune
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| Always had time to see the moon
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| We read the funnies every sunday noon, always together
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| Have you forgotten the fun we used the crazy things we used to do
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| What has become of the you and me that used to be
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| We loved to often prime this ragtime tune
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| Always had time to see the moon
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| We read the funnies every sunday noon, always together
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| Have you forgotten the fun we used those crazy things we used to do
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| What has become of the you and me that used to be |