In secret dwellings of solemn eras that befalls
O ye heart cling to truth foretell as journey path end
Forget not when solemn era arrives
Nostalgia of parted days
Remember o heart this taste
Of bliss chalices when ye gulp goblet of sorrow
Remember this blooming rose, this soft touch
When thorns pierces you' fragile heart
Remember o heart this fragrance
When stench engulfs ye, whelms thee
Remember sweet heart' this colors of rainbow
When storms crumble and lightning descends ‘pon thee
Remember o heart this homing pigeon
When vultures hovers ‘bove
Remember heart this babbling stream that baths, quench thirst thee
When tempest stirs and seas spit venom
Remember dearest heart this glee
When writhing in agony remember
Remember this glittering golden bracelet
When shackles seize hands ye be still old heart and evoke
Remember this high wet land
When deserts be lots yours
Remember this sweet meal
When famine, drought shut doorways yours
Remember the curtaining clouds,
This warm morning sun,
The old crescent moon, these scattered stars
This evening whispering breeze
When darkness falls upon ye, when walls confines thee
Oh heart remember this warmth' the roof gives
When cold mornings breeze forth summon up warmth
Remember this patrol siren of guards
When emergency resuscitation sirens blares
Remember oh heart this joy of birth, of glory
When death come knocking, strolling in
Oh beloved heart
Forget not these glowing eyes when moist, old, blind be
Forget not this mansion when contained in wooden coffin
Remember these agile hands, legs when frail becomes
Remember this array of robe when rags undress thee
Oh heart remember, to die' dreaming
Remember good days on last day
Oh heart remember, remember to fight
Remember, remember to be valorous
Oh heart' keep of this courage
In haven of your deeds, thoughts
Of this wealth keep, of vigor keep'
Oh keep that may muster in last days
That it may save and console thee
Remember o dearest heart to glow
This ember of sweet memories in course bitter realities
Oh dearest heart, remember this floret blooming of butterfly calls
Dredge up heart’ when withers and tramped ‘pon by termites be
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