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
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