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When the magic of that city cast its spell.
Yes, the magic of that city in the North we loved so well
With her songs and lovers, friends and laughter blest,
We will sing of our old Shanghai while voice and life shall last
Then we'll pass and be forgotten with the rest.
We're poor little lambs who have lost our way
Ah-Ya-Ahya
Today, there are few old Shanghailanders left. Many, like Arnold Graham, had a good innings. They have passed on but, as is quoted in Arnold Graham's obituary:
Death is nothing at all
I have only slipped away into the next room...
I am I, and you are you
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Whatever we were to each other that we are still...
I am but waiting for you, for an interval,
Somewhere very near, just around the corner,
All is well.