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Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind |
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Memories, sweetened through the ages just like wine |
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Quiet thoughts come floating down |
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And settle softly to the ground |
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Like golden autumn leaves around my feet |
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I touched them and they burst apart with sweet memories, |
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Sweet memories |
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Of holding hands and red bouquets |
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And twilight trimmed in purple haze |
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And laughing eyes and simple ways |
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And quiet nights and gentle days with you |
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Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind |
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Memories, sweetened through the ages just like wine, |
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Memories, memories, sweet memories |
