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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
plann'd:
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.
Christina G. Rossetti (1830 - 1894)
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