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We have been gay, going our way. Life has been beautiful. We have been young. After you're gone life will go on, like an old song we have sung. (Chorus:) When I grow too old to dream I'll have you to remember. When I grow too old to dream your love will live in my heart. So, kiss me my sweet, and so, let us part, and when I grow too old to dream, that kiss will live in my heart. Mmmm Mmmm And when I grow too old to dream, your love will live in my heart. Oh, your love will live in my heart. |