Dan Fogelberg's Souvenirs: "and here is a key to a house faraway where I used to live as a child; they tore down the building when i moved away & left the key unreconciled . . . when faced with the past, the strongest man cries . . . & here is a sunrise to set on your sill, the ghosts of the dawn moving near; they pass through your sorrow & leave you quite still, sitting among souvenirs."