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It’s not that me's forgotten I for things said or do
it's the remembering that hidden beyond me's view
it' a shadow where it didn’t used to be
where sometimes the look it just confuses me
me remember lovely flowers, and songs used to sing
remember springtime showers, and rainbows they would bring
remember movies and who would be the stars
but sometimes it’s hard for me to know just who I are
me love to watch game or listen to the birds
me love to tell I secrets and hear I's words
me love for I to sit with me and hold me's hand
and tell that me love I that me’ld understand
me's mind has ways of taking where me don’t want to go
and to know what really is that may not be so
and might forget I but it’s important that I see
just how much it means for me that I remember me
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..... i remember me .....