Among My Souvenirs Marty Robbins

There's nothing left for me of days that used to be
I live in memories among my souvenirs
Some letters tied in blue, a photograph or two
I find a rose from you among my souvenirs
A few more tokens rest down 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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I live in memories among my souvenirs