Jag kommer alltid att minnas The King och hedrar honom med denna sången./I will always remember The King and honor him with this song. 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 holding 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 holding 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
Posted on: Wed, 07 Jan 2015 22:12:35 +0000
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