
I learned a hard lesson about time travel that day: not only can you not go home again (which I guess I already knew) but you can't even go to the coffee shop again (now, that one was news to me). Sigh. The sweet old Albert's with the pink and black striped awning and chocolate covered strawberries? It is in my mind, not on the street!
I'll Be Seeing You
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I'll be seeing you
In all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces
All day through.
In that small cafe;
The park across the way;
The children's carousel;
The chestnut trees;
The wishin' well.
I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer's day;
In every thing that's light and gay.
I'll always think of you that way.
I'll find you
In the morning sun
And when the night is new.
I'll be looking at the moon,
But I'll be seeing you. (1938)
lyrics: Irving Kahal
music: Sammy Fain
sung by Billie Holiday

The park across the way . . .
Chicago
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