| This is a changing world, my dear
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| New songs are sung—new stars appear
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| Though we grow older year by year
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| Our hearts can still be gay
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| Young love at best is a passing phase
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| Charming and foolish and blind
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| There may be happier, wiser days
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| When youth is far behind
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| Where are the snows of yesteryear
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| When Winter’s done and Spring is near?
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| No regrets are worth a tear
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| We’re living in a changing world, my dear
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| The world was young
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| So many, many years ago
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| The passage of time must show
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| Some traces of change
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| Love songs once sung
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| Much laughter, many tears
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| Have echoed down the years
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| The past is old and strange
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| This is a changing world, my dear
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| New dreams are dreamed
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| New dawns appear
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| Passion’s a feckless cavalier
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| Who loves and rides away
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| Time will persuade you laugh at grief
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| Time is your tenderest friend
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| Life may be lonely and joy be brief
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| But everything must end
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| Love is a charming souvenir
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| When days is done and night draws near
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| No regrets are worth a tear
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| We’re living in a changing world, my dear
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| (As recorded by Noel Coward, 1946)
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| (Unsung verse)
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| [Each waning moon
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| All dawns that rise, all suns that set
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| Change like the tides that flow across the sands
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| Each little tune
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| That fills our hearts with vague regret
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| Each little love duet
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| Fades in our hands
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| Don’t stray among the moments that have fled
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| New days are just ahead
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| New words are still unsaid.] |