Mark Keller — Memories

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Memories pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories sweetened through the ages just like wine
Quiet thoughts come floating down and settle softly to the ground
Like golden autumn leaves around my feet
I touched them and they burst apart with
Sweet memories sweet memories

Of falling hands and red bouquets and twilights trimmed in purple haze
And laughing eyes and simple ways
And quiet nights and gentle days with you

Memories pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories sweetened through the ages just like wine
Memories memories

Of falling hands and red bouquets and twilights trimmed in purple haze
And laughing eyes and simple ways
And quiet nights and gentle days with you

Memories pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories sweetened through the ages just like wine
Memories memories
Sweet memories memories