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Let me listen to the songs of yore,

Let me read the poetry of bygone times,

Let me look around inside that old bookstore,

Where I spent my years two score and more.



Let my imagination recall my beloved,

The woman who only wanted to be loved;

Let me ponder on why she left me,

Was I too young and she bold for me?



Let me relive that grand afternoon,

When her loving smile sent me in a swoon,

Let me not forget the day when she said,

Let what should not be said remain unsaid.



Let me believe that she is still mine,

Like the old books and songs of my time,

Let me go back to the years of my youth,

Let me make a call from that telephone booth.