A gift box full of memories, wrapped up in a bow
Is what she gave me, they can't be given away
Memories burnt into my mind
Permanent movies stuck on play
I tried to flog em, I tried to lose them
But ultimately I know I'll need them
So I keep them safe in a box labeled
'Do not open'
And I riffle through them all every day
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