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Thanks for the memory

Of sentimental verse,

Nothing in my purse,

And chuckles

When the preacher said

For better or for worse,

How lovely it was.

Thanks for the memory

Of Schubert's Serenade,

Little things of jade

And traffic jams

And anagrams

And bills we never paid,

How lovely it was.

We who could laugh over big things

Were parted by only a slight thing.

I wonder if we did the right thing,

Oh, well, that's life, I guess,

I love your dress.

Thanks for the memory

Of faults that you forgave,

Of rainbows on a wave,

And stockings in the basin

When a fellow needs a shave,

Thank you so much.

Thanks for the memory

Of tinkling temple bells,

Alma mater yells

And Cuban rum

And towels from

The very best hotels,

Oh how lovely it was.

Thanks for the memory

Of cushions on the floor,

Hash with Dinty Moore,

That pair of gay pajamas

That you bought

And never wore.

We said goodbye with a highball,

Then I got as high as a steeple,

But we were intelligent people,

No tears, no fuss,

Hooray for us.

Strictly entire nous,

Darling, how are you?

And how are all

Those little dreams

That never did come true?

Awfully glad I met you,

Cheerio and toodle-oo

Thank you,

Thank you so much.