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There's nothing left for me of days that used to be |
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I live in memory among my souvenirs |
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Some letters tied with blue, of photograph or two |
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I see a rose from you among my souvenirs |
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A few more tokens rest within my treasure chest |
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And though they do their best to give me consolation |
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I count them all apart and as the teardrops start |
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I find a broken heart among my souvenirs |
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A few more tokens rest within my treasure chest |
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And though they do their best to give me consolation |
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I count them all apart and as the teardrops start |
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I find a broken heart among my souvenirs |
