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I count them all apart and as the teardrops start
I find my broken heart, my souvenir

There's nothing left for me of days that used to be
I live in memory among my souvenirs

Some letters tied with 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 my broken heart among my souvenirs

And then I try in vain
To mend the heart which once was broken

Your eyes once told me a story,
I built my castles on air
Life soon was dimmed of its glory,
I loved but you ceased to care

And then my heart was broken
There's nothing left for me
Of days that used to be
I live in memory among my souvenirs

Some letters tied with 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 my broken heart among my souvenirs

I find my broken heart among my souvenirs
Among my souvenirs

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