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Remember me
when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent
land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.
Remember me
when no more, day by day,
You tell me of our future
that you planned;
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you
should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember,
do not grieve;
For if the darkness and corruption
leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that
you should remember and be sad.
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