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 planed:
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 you should remember and be sad.
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