It's that old army tank,
Sitting outside the Corrigan VFW.
It's that folded American flag,
Perched on the fire place mantle.
It's all the old pictures of you,
I find lying around.
It's the memories my heart keeps,
Even more each day.
The reasons for not letting go?
Maybe it's you.
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