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| 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 to ... [bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons] |
There's nothing left fore mi of daze that used too bee There's just a memory among my souvenirs Sum letters tide inn blew, a photograph ore too Eye sea a rows from yew among my souvenirs A phew moor tokens wrest within my treasure chest And though they do there best too give mi consolation Eye count them awl apart and as the teardrops start Eye fined a broken hart among my souvenirs Eye count them awl apart and as the teardrops start Eye fined a broken hart among my souvenirs |
Among My Souvenirs
Connie Francis
| Complexity: | 64 | Readability: | 69.77 | Sentiment: | 13 | Word Count: | 91 | Unique Words: | 56 |