As gentle as soft breezes blowing as warm as the summer sunshine
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As sweet as the dew on the roses was the love I used to call mine
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Sweet memories keep on holding revealing the past in my mind
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But my arms are no longer holding the love I used to call mine
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Gone are the soft gentle breezes and gone is the warm summer sunshine
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And gone like the dew on the roses is the love that I used to call mine
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Sweet memories keep on holding revealing the past in my mind
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Some other arms arms are now holding the love I used to call mine
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The love that I used to call mine
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The Love I Used To Call Mine
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| Dolly Parton |
