When I go, remember me
Through little things, the memories
The laughter spilled, the local park
A kiss, a dance shared in the dark
When I go, take time to grieve
Then find the will to plant a tree
And meet me there among the leaves
The summer air is calling me
Seasons come and seasons go
What happens next, we cannot know
I held you then, I hold you still
And in the breeze, I always will
Whеn I go, remember mе
And from your love will grow the tree
- Sammy Copley
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