Some time away from now this restless heart
will put its loving arms around your memory
and sing so clear and true of your sweet part
that you will hear the singing and return
to place those golden hands on my warm breast
where all the good of you is known and kept
and whispers to me softly as I rest
that I have all the life I found in you
Those who think they take so often also give
and later turn their hearts back where they came
to live again with those they taught to live
and love with those they taught to love
So sometimes think of me as I do you
as though you stand nearby me while I sleep
and let not my errors taint me as untrue
or keep you long away from my true heart.
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