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in a sea of similar souls
swimming well, resting,
on your buoyancy
promise that you will,
sing, about me
write after loss
it might be therapy
sink with your ink
into my memory
promise that you will,
sing, about me
just in case
as dawn falls up on us
I'm erased
along with
my hearing
promise that you will,
sing, about me
if I leave myself
and turn away
stepping t'ward eternity
with only my own feet
promise that you will,
sing, about me
if my disposition differs
and withers in to another form
if mellow sunsets deform into another dawn,
if you even just,
begin, to doubt me
Just promise that you will,
sing, about me
Promise that you will,
sing, without me.
