I'm with you but a couple whiles
And, soon, I'll have to go.
It seems like spring was yesterday,
Yet, here's the falling snow.
I know it's true that you must go.
Where went the fleeting years?
Still, how can I go on without
The laughs, the Love, the tears?
The thing about our sad good-bye,
I think (and always will) ,
Is, in your heart I will remain—
So, I'll be with you still.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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