Remember me
When I'll be gone, you will remember me.
Let just once in a year when it will come to my memory day,
When I'll be gone, in your past I will stay.
In February's end you will be waked by ice drops noise,
When I'll be gone, you will hear my voice.
When short days of chilling cold winter will start giving way to warm Spring,
Though I am gone, to you it my poetry bring.
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