When her grandkids comes to visit her
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Sometimes she forgets their names
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Her memory is selective now
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Small details just fade away
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She looks out the windows with a vacant stare
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She can't remember what she's doing there
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But she remembers love
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The blue in his eyes
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Hot summer nights
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It's like she's memorized his every touch
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And how he swept her heart away
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Like it was yesterday
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She remembers love
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On her dresser there's a special box
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Where she keeps a fade flower
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From a wild field where they made love
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And woke each other's first desire
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The passion never died for sixty years
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And since she's lost him, some things haven't been so clear
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But she remembers love
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The blue in his eyes
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Hot summer nights
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It's like she's memorized his every touch
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And how he swept her heart away
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Like it was yesterday
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She remembers love
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Now she comes and goes
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And doesn't always know
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What day it is, what year it is
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Or who somebody was, but...
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But she remembers love
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The blue in his eyes
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Hot summer nights
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It's like she's memorized his every touch
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And how he swept her heart away
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Like it was yesterday
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She remembers love
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She remembers love
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She Remembers Love
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Lila McCann |