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(Edgar Leslie - Horatio Nicholls)

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...
(Edgar Leslie - Horatio Nicholls)      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...