Fret not, as here you stand beneath the sun,
That it will last long after you are gone:
For many sunsets, when the days were done,
Have you observed, and new days in the dawn.

They will live on in others' memory,
When what we are is floating up in space;
But I shall think of you, and you of me,
And in our minds those things will have no place.

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