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Who will miss me, when I am gone?
I will miss you, when you are gone.
No one will know me, when I have gone.
I will always know you; you are my friend
and you love me.
There are many
noisy others.
There are none like you; you are my friend.
I cannot remember
where I wanted
to go.
I see that. It doesn't matter.
We are walking, we.
We are walking for the
last time
of all.
I do not know the way
Nor do I. No one does.
What will I be, when I have gone?
My friend.
I will stand here, for a while, and think
Think where you wanted
to go?
I will smell the crisp autumn, and know
that the Spring is no longer
for me.
You are the Spring,
and I remember
running.
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