| Let our affair be a gay thing
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| And when these hours have flown
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| Then, without forgetting happiness that has past
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| There’ll be no regretting fun that didn’t quite last
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| Let’s look on love as a play thing
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| All these sweet moments we’ve known
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| Mustn’t be degraded
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| When the thrill of them has faded
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| Let’s say goodbye and leave it alone
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| Now we’ve embarked on this foolish game
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| Don’t let’s destroy it with tears
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| Once we begin to let sentiment in
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| Happiness disappears
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| Reason may sleep for a moment in Spring
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| But please let us keep it a casual thing
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| Something that’s sweet to remember through the years
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| Listen, my dear, were both of going to suffer a good deal during these next few
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| months, and the color will go out of everything for a bit, but when we do meet
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| again, somewhere far away in the future, it’ll be gay, and sweet and terribly
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| exciting, because however many others we may have loved in the meantime,
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| and however old and tired we may be, we shall have between us a perfect memory
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| Let our affair be a gay thing
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| And when these hours have flown
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| Then, without forgetting happiness that has past
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| There’ll be no regretting fun that didn’t quite last
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| Let’s look on love as a play thing
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| All these sweet moments we’ve known
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| Mustn’t be degraded
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| When the thrill of them has faded
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| Let’s say goodbye and leave it alone |