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Christina Rossetti, 1830 - 1894

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 planned:

   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.



Every day and every night

Every whisper in the sky

you will remember where you belong

Every day and every night

Every dream inside your life

You musta always standing tall