#092 As Time Goes By (Casablanca, 1942)
There’s a story of young lovers. It’s the same story wherever you go. He loves her. She can’t love him. In every instance the constant is always the melody. The music that plays out around them.
The laughter. The tears. The memories.
I represent a man who once sat at a piano not unlike mine and witnessed tragedy, hate, and love. He told me that I was not to influence their story, just sing it.
As long as I have my piano, I don’t need a story of my own. I live on through the songs I sing about you.
It’s still the same old story
A fight for love and glory
A case of do or die
The world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by
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