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You are gone, and all is gone, and through each weary day
Only tender memories remain.
Memories are sunbeams through a sky of cloudy grey,
Memories are roses in the rain!
Days I knew with you are just memory,
Just a memory, that is all that's left to me!
Happiness, I guess, is just a memory,
Just a memory from a love that used to be.
Will we share the night, the moon, the stars above again?
Will I live to hope, to sing, to smile, to laugh again, love again?
In my dreams, it seems your face is near to me,
And it's dear to me, oh it's just a memory!
Will we share the night, the moon, the stars above again?
Will I live to hope, to sing, to smile, to laugh again, love again?
In my dreams, it seems your face is near to me,
And it's dear to me, oh it's just a memory!
Written by: Buddy DeSylva, Lew Brown, Ray Henderson
