You tell me that I must perish Like the flowers that I cherish Nothing remaining of my name
You tell me that I must perish
Like the flowers that I cherish
Nothing remaining of my name
Nothing remembered of my fame But the trees that I planted still are young The songs that I sang will still be sung
Nothing remembered of my fame
But the trees that I planted still are young
The songs that I sang will still be sung
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