Of days that used to be
They're just a memory
Among my souvenirs
Some letters sad and blue
A photograph or two
I see a rose from you
Among my souvenirs
A few more tokens rest
Within my treasure chest
And, though they do their best
To give me consolation,
I count them all apart
And, as the teardrops start,
I find a broken heart
Among my souvenirs
I count them all apart
And, as the teardrops start,
I find a broken heart
Among my souvenirs
There's nothing left for me Of days that used to be They're just a memory Among my souvenirs Some letters sad and blue A photograph or two I see a rose from you Among my souvenirs A few more tokens rest Within my treasure chest And, though they do their best To give me consolation, I count them all apart And, as the teardrops start, I find a broken heart Among my souvenirs I count them all apart And, as the teardrops start, I find a broken heart Among my souvenirs Explain Request ×
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