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