Who will lay a flower on the grave when life goes out like a candle? Who will remember when you are no more, who will write the story on the ribbon of the wreath? Memory is fragile, like snow and the human heart knows how to forget. Who will recall your laughter when silence sounds in its place! Who will remember when you vanish there, when your voice falls silent forever? Who will lay a flower and say "I remember"? Who will keep your time in their heart? Who will tell the world that you were here, that you left a trail of stars. Who will guard in their heart the pain of love, who will leave footprints in the dust of roads. Who will witness your dreams when dust returns to dust? Who will capture the echoes of your words when in oblivion you fall silent in stone. Who will remember when you vanish there, when your voice falls silent forever? Who will lay a flower and say "I remember"? Who will keep your time in their heart? Who will remember when you vanish there… Who will lay a flower and whisper: "I remember"? And will lay a flower on the grave again...
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