when I’m gone
will you forget
where I stood
the first time that I met you
we were standing in a
crowded room
but I could only see you
will you forget
where we met
will you
meet someone else
will you
stand by my grave
crying away
all the things
we've been through
will you
wake up at dawn
and realize
I am gone
will you
even dare
to care?
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