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Dear Aunt Alice, |
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Why should I marry him? |
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My heart's young; I keep it free. |
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Oh, Aunt Alice, |
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There's always time enough; |
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Then she smiled, and took my hand, |
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And she said to me: |
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When I was just a young thing, |
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I can recall, |
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I dreamt of seeing Paris in fall, |
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And London in the springtime; |
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Oh, I'd see it all; |
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I'd see it all someday. |
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For I had, |
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Plenty of time, |
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Plenty of time; |
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Why should I worry? |
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Yes, I had, |
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Plenty of time, |
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Plenty of time; |
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What was the hurry? |
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When I was still a young thing, |
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Love was for fun, |
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Kisses and laughter, then it was done. |
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Yes, when the game was over, |
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Swiftly I'd run; |
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Oh, how I'd run away. |
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For I had, |
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Plenty of time, |
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Plenty of time; |
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Why should I worry? |
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Yes, I had, |
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Plenty of time, |
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Plenty of time; |
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What was the hurry? |
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But a world that's right can soon go wrong; |
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And I guess I waited much too long; |
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For I've never been to Paris, |
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Or to London in the spring; |
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And that love that I, I intended to choose, |
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The years just refused to bring. |
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And now it suddenly seems |
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That I've run out of dreams |
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I can hold on to. |
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Once I had, |
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Plenty of time, |
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Oh, plenty of time; |
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Where has it gone to? |
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Dear Aunt Alice, |
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I think I'll marry him, |
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All too soon, it's all too late. |
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Yes, Aunt Alice, |
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There's never time enough. |
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Let me hold my love today, |
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And let tomorrow wait. |
