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Among My
Souvenirs
There's nothing
left for me Of days that used to be I live in memory, among my souvenirs
Some letters
tied in blue A photograph or two I find a rose for 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 And as the teardrops start I find a broken heart Among my
souvenirs
I live in
memories Among my souvenirs

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