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There’s a funny thing that our love can bring

It can make me extra sentimental

For the little things

Like the radio and the telephone

And the warm embrace of all your memories

All my friendly hours alone

They don’t erase the times we’ve spent

And you and I will keep them till we’re dead

I’m not afraid of all the things that we have left

But I’m sad about the things I won’t forget

I’m a little sad from what I can’t forget.