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Among My Souvenirs
(Tune - Same) (WW2/50s)
There's nothing left of me. Of what I used to be
I live in misery among my souvenirs
A pair of nylons sheer. A foamy glass of beer.
They're not among my gear, they're just my souvenirs
The boys I kissed goodnight
Now look at me in fright
Oh what a ghastly sight!
But there is consolation
Three years ? months to go, by then my hair will grow,
And all this care and woe will be my souvenirs.
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