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Thanks for the memory |
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Of rainy afternoons |
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And swingy Harlem tunes |
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Of motor trips and burning lips |
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And burning toast and prunes |
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How lovely it was |
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Thanks for the memory |
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Of candlelight and wine |
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And castles on the Rhine |
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Your cosy chair and parties where |
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We sang Sweet Adeline |
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How Lovely it was |
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Many is the time that we feasted |
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And many is the time that we fasted |
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Oh well, it was swell while it lasted |
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We did have fun and no harm done |
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And thanks for the memory |
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Of sunburns at the shore |
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Of nights in Singapore |
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You might have been a bringdown |
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But you never were a bore |
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So thank you so much |
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We said good-bye with a high ball |
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And I got as high as a steeple |
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But we were intelligent people |
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No tears no fuss |
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Hooray for us |
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And thanks for the memory |
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And strictly entre-nous |
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Darling, how are you? |
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And how are all the little dreams |
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That never did come true? |
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Awfully glad I met you |
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Cheerio and toodle-oo |
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And thank you so much |
