Take away the breath of flowers
It would surely be a sin
Take the rain from April showers
It's a sin
Take away the violins, dear
From a lovely symphony
And the music of my heart
Would cease to be
Is it a sin to love you so
To hold you close
And know you are leaving
Though you take away my heart, dear
There's a beating still within
I'll keep loving you forever
For it's no sin
Is it a sin to love you so
To hold you close
And know you are leaving
Though you take away my heart, dear
There's a beating still within
I'll keep loving you forever
For it's no sin
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There's nothing left for me
Of days that used to be
They're just a memory
Among my souvenirs
Some letters sad and blue
A photograph or two
I see a rose from you
Among my souvenirs
A few more tokens rest
Within 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
I count them all apart
And, as the teardrops start,
I find a broken heart
Among my souvenirs.
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