Not a day goes by, not a single day —
But you're somewhere a part of my life,
And it looks like you'll stay.

As the days go by, I keep thinking, "When does it end?"
That it can't get much better much longer.

But it only gets better and stronger and deeper and nearer
And simpler and freer and richer and clearer

And no, not a day goes by, not a blessed day
But you somewhere come into my life
And you don't go away.
And I have to say if you do, I'll die.

I want day after day after day after day
After day after day after day
til the days go by

(Sondheim)

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