When I am gone,
Let not the memory of my laughter
be stained by that single streak of pain.
Let not the existence of memories,
of moments spent together,
be overwhelmed by the sadness of our parting.
When I am gone,
Let not the pain of my passing
blot out my entire existence.
I was there
before I was gone.
I was there.
So remember not the pain...
Remember me.
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