Dreams come true
Just try it,
Don't you dare
It's the final curtain
I never want to hear
From any cheerful
Pollyanna's,
Who tell you fate
It's all bananas…
They're writing songs of love,
But not for me
A lucky star's above,
But not for me
With love to lead the way,
I've found more skies of gray
Than any Russian play
Could guarantee
I was a fool to fall
And get that way
And also lackaday
Although I can't dismiss
The mem'ry of his kiss

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