When I fall mercy to memory,

Will anyone remember me?

Am I one of those names,

One of those faces people think on happily?

When I become a deaf ear,

Two eyes without a sympathetic tear,

When I become a loving heart, stopped,

Will any soul care?

When I and the world are torn apart,

When they try to remember the good parts,

Will they remember how I loved, what I did,

Will I leave my mark?

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