Faded photographs Covered now with
lines and creases Tickets torn in half Memories
in bits and pieces
Traces of love long ago That didn't
work out right Traces of love
Ribbons from her hair Souvenirs of
days together The ring she used to wear Pages
from an old love letter
Traces of love long ago That didn't
work out right Traces of love with me
tonight
I close my eyes and say a prayer That
in her heart she'll find a trace of love
still there somewhere
Traces of hope in the night That she'll
come back and dry these traces of tears
from my eyes
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