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By Sorrells Pickard Softly i search my mem`rys And hope i may find yesterday. And just like her, my thoughts wander And like her quietly slip away. Love brings out the weakness in a man And i`m so weak i just can`t stand To be without her, Without her, Without her. There was a time she walked with me, But yesterday comes only one time. And i can see a tomorrow With yesterday cling to my mind. Time will take her memory they say, But it gets harder ev`ry day, To live without her, Without her, Without her. |