Trisha Yearwood - The Song Remembers When
"It was like a lighted match had been tossed into my soul..." ((sigh)) A road that winds through my memory. Trees covered in leaves, each a sliver of remembrance. Crystal waters, and cool, crisp air. Sometimes when I breathe deep, it's still with me. The freshness, the joy, the sorrows.
One stolen weekend, two lost hearts.
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