AMONG MY SOUVENIRS Conny Francis
There’s nothing left for me
Of days that used to be
They’re 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
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