The Memory Key
When the unyielding silence shall call me,
Remember not the happy gone past days,
When life I lived entirely for thee.
Forgotten let be all my olden ways,
And let them be buried with me below,
Where silent hours cannot to recall,
Those bitter-sweet memories that thou knows.
Thou must be prudent t'is easy to fall,
To let thy self recall our memories,
Those whose place is there below by the dead.
Thou must not prod through thy mind but let be,
All those our memories of which I said;
So alone let our past memories be,
And sole keep nought but our memories key.
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