When I am dead, my dearest
Will you even know?
Would it even matter,
To my funeral would you go?
When I am dead, my dearest
I'll be old and gray
Yet I'll always wonder
Whatever would you say?
Would you even dare
To let a few tears fall?
Would you think about us
And wish you'd thought to call?
Would you gaze upon me
And feel some remorse?
Or would you be cold inside?
I'll forgive you, of course
When I am dead, my dearest
Will it even make a dent?
Sometimes things just happen
Perhaps we just weren't meant.
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