In case you were wondering, last time I checked we are all blessed with the ability to take as many second chances as we need. There are still, for those who have not yet found their true love, or soul mate as many opportunities for new romances as there are stars in the sky. Our thoughts can still fly on gossamer wings.
Cole Porter said it best "It was just one of those things" in his great song. For those of you who don't know the song, here is a link and the words are below:
As Dorothy Parker once said to her boyfriend,
“Fare thee well,"
As Columbus announced when he knew he was bounced,
“It was swell, Isabelle, swell,"
As Abelard said to Heloise,
“Don’t forget to drop a line to me, please,"
As Juliet cried in her Romeo’s ear,
“Romeo, why not face the fact, my dear?”
REFRAIN
It was just one of those things,
Just one of those crazy flings,
One of those bells that now and then rings,
Just one of those things.
It was just one of those nights,
Just one of those fabulous flights,
A trip to the moon on gossamer wings,
Just one of those things.
If we’d though a bit
Of the end of it,
When we started painting the town,
We’d have been aware
That our love affair
Was too hot not to cool down.
So goodbye, dear, and amen.
Here’s hoping we meet now and then,
It was great fun,
But it was just one of those things.
Our dreams still can become something,
whom all the elements bow.
Cole Porter said it best "It was just one of those things" in his great song. For those of you who don't know the song, here is a link and the words are below:
As Dorothy Parker once said to her boyfriend,
“Fare thee well,"
As Columbus announced when he knew he was bounced,
“It was swell, Isabelle, swell,"
As Abelard said to Heloise,
“Don’t forget to drop a line to me, please,"
As Juliet cried in her Romeo’s ear,
“Romeo, why not face the fact, my dear?”
REFRAIN
It was just one of those things,
Just one of those crazy flings,
One of those bells that now and then rings,
Just one of those things.
It was just one of those nights,
Just one of those fabulous flights,
A trip to the moon on gossamer wings,
Just one of those things.
If we’d though a bit
Of the end of it,
When we started painting the town,
We’d have been aware
That our love affair
Was too hot not to cool down.
So goodbye, dear, and amen.
Here’s hoping we meet now and then,
It was great fun,
But it was just one of those things.
Our dreams still can become something,
whom all the elements bow.
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