I am here to tell you we can nev er meet a gain.

Sim ple real ly is n’t it?

A word or two and then a life time of not know ing where or how or why or when.

You think of me or speak of me and won der what be fell the a some one you once loved so long a go so well!

Nev er won der what I’ll feel as liv ing shuf fles by.

You don’t have to ask me it?

and I need not re ply.

a Ev ’ry mo ment of my life from now un til I die You I will think or dream of you and fail to un der stand how a per fect love can be con found ed go so well!

out of hand.

Is it writ ten in the stars?

Are we pay ing for some crime?

Is that all that we are good for just a stretch of mor tal time?

Or some God’s ex per i ment in which we have no say?

In which we’re giv en par a dise but on ly for a day.