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