I hear the sound of music Your favorite kind of music And that reminds me dear of you I see the summer roses Your favorite shade of roses And that reminds me too of you dear If I could hear no music If there could be no roses No summer nights to make me dream as I do I still would not forget you One thing would still be true My heart reminds me I love you I still would not forget you One thing would still be true My heart reminds me I love you
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