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As gentle as soft breezes blowing
As warm as the summer sunshine
As sweet as the dew on the roses
Was the love I used to call mine
Sweet memories keep unfolding
Revealing the past in my mind
But my arms are no longer holding
The love I used to call mine
Gone are the soft gentle breezes
And gone is the warm summer sunshine
And gone like the dew on the roses
Is the love that I used to call mine
Sweet memories keep unfolding
Revealing the past in my mind
Some other arms are now holding
The love I used to call mine
The love that I used to call mine
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