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There's nothing left for me
Of days that used to be 
There's just a memory
Among my souvenirs 

Some letters tied in 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