I’ve saved all your pictures and kept all your cards;
If dreams may have shattered, I’ve treasured the shards.
C’est la vie, they make a bittersweet show and tell;
Like a night at the museum when ghosts of the past come alive,
And I listen for Lorelei.
But there’s no point in asking which treasure I prize;
Your enchanting smile and your bewitching eyes
Are of such to me, that it’s plain to see I’m under your spell.
Want to venture to the river like a lover of the truth
And just listen for Lorelai.
Now with winter abiding and spring still a dream,
These lay about days aren’t so bad as they seem.
What I mean is that the good old days can be now.
And even though it’s something I may never come to hear,
I still listen for Lorelai.
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