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Yours

Benny Goodman

Yours till the stars lose their glory
Yours till the birds fail to sing
Yours to the end of life's story
This pledge to you, dear, I bring

Yours in the grey of December
Here, or on far distant shores
I've never loved anyone the way I love you
How could I, when I was born to be just yours






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