George and Ira Gershwin
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The more I read the papers
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The less I comprehend
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The world with all its capers
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And how it all will end.
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Nothing seems to be lasting.
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But that isn't our affair;
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We've got something permanent,
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I mean in the way we care.
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It's very clear
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Our love is here to stay;
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Not for a year
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But ever and a day.
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The radio and the telephone and the movies that we know
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May just be passing fancies,
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And in time may go.
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But, oh my dear,
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Our love is here to stay;
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Together we're going a long, long way.
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In time the Rockies may crumble, Gibraltar may tumble,
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They're only made of clay,
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But our love is here to stay.
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OUR LOVE IS HERE TO STAY
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| Billie Holiday |
