i will be a song
old one kept in a trunk
written on a dusty paper.
ink is fading and soon
i will be gone.
you have to sing.
you must.
you have to sing me.
you must love me.
if you won't and if you
can't another will
in another time
i could be sweet
i could not be
for then i will become
an uncertain song
not one will remember
so sing me now
sing me, sing me
if you can.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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