
I think, no matter where you stray, that I shall go with you a way. Though you may wander sweeter lands, You will not soon forget my hands.
Nor yet the way I held my head. Nor all the tremulous things I said. You still will see me, small and smiling, in the secret night. And feel my arms about you when the day comes fluttering back again. I think, no matter where you be, You'll hold me in your memory And keep my image ...
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