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There in my heart, songs are asleep
With magical memories that smell good
Pale hopes, real moments of happiness
In his museum, I listen to my heart sing
He takes me to the land of a thousand dances
In flashback I see my whole childhood again
The small bars with their talkative drinkers
And the girls, at the jukebox, listening to the crying blues
And there in my heart, all these treasures
Miss you and hope for you again, again
They want you to come back among them
To dance with me and talk about happy days
There in my heart I found
The little girl I haven't forgotten
Oh, a photo yellowed by happiness
All this is far away in the museum of my heart
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