I won't ask for your time,
nor for your humming rhythm
Do me a last favor,
let the memories be mine
Remember me once,
passing by the brook
Let me be a leaflet,
in your notebook
Throw away my gifts,
tear away my cards
Burn all the letters,
forget all the words
Walk out of my life,
take your own way
but you cannot snatch the memories,
in my heart forever they stay
Remember me once,
passing by the brook
Let me be a leaflet,
in your note book
At some point of time,
you will remember me
And feel me close,
however far I may be
Then I'll be a tear,
rolling from your eye
And you will regret,
saying good bye
Remember me once,
passing by the brook
Let me be a leaflet,
in your note book
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Poem,
Sad
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