Chris Thile
Sweet Memories
My world is like a river
As dark as it is deep;
Night after night the past slips in
And gathers all my sleep
My days are just an endless stream
Of emptiness to me
Filled only by the fleeting
Moments of her memory
Sweet memories, sweet memories
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She slipped into the silence
Of my dreams last night;
Wandering from room to room
She's turning on each light
Her laughter spills like water from
The river, to the sea
And I'm swept away from sadness
Clinging to her memory
Sweet memories, sweet memories
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Sweet memories, sweet memories-
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