When I’m dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me
Plant no roses at my head
nor shady cypress tree
Be the green grass above me
wet with dewdrops and showers
And if you will remember me
And if you will forget
I won’t see the shadows
I won’t feel the rain
I won’t hear the nightingale
sing on as if in pain
And through the twilight
I’ll dream with no sunrise nor set
I may, by chance, remember
And by chance, I may forget
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