With all of the unpacking,
and rummaging,
and remembering ...
I somehow keep finding myself
(I could stop there)
singing this favorite of mine:
Souvenir
A picture postcard
A folded stub
A program of the play
File away your photographs
Of your holiday
And your mementos
Will turn to dust
But that's the price you pay
For every year's a souvenir
That slowly fades away
Every year's a souvenir
That slowly fades away
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