Among My Souvenirs Lyrics by Francis Connie
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There's nothing left for meOf days that used to beThey're just a memoryAmong my souvenirsSome letters sad and blueA photograph or twoI see a rose from youAmong my souvenirsA few more tokens restWithin my treasure chestAnd, though they do their bestTo give me consolation,I count them all apartAnd, as the teardrops start,I find a broken heartAmong my souvenirsI count them all apartAnd, as the teardrops start,I find a broken heartAmong my souvenirs
There's nothing left for meOf days that used to beThey're just a memoryAmong my souvenirsSome letters sad and blueA photograph or twoI see a rose from youAmong my souvenirsA few more tokens restWithin my treasure chestAnd, though they do their bestTo give me consolation,I count them all apartAnd, as the teardrops start,I find a broken heartAmong my souvenirsI count them all apartAnd, as the teardrops start,I find a broken heartAmong my souvenirs