Remember Me When I Am Gone Away

Remember me when I am gone away,

When you can no more hold me by the hand,

Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.

Remember me when no more day by day

You tell me of our future that you planned:

Only remember me; you understand

It will be late to counsel then or pray.

Yet if you should forget me for a while

And afterwards remember, do not grieve:

For it the darkness and corruption leave

A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,

Better by far you should forget and smile

Than that you should remember and be sad.

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I AM an adorable young lady, beautiful and growing stronger, as I was taught to believe in myself and be strong at all times. I am a believer and yes I obey. Gabisile is a cool out-going, out-spoken, touchy, and gorgeous and an attractive young lady that loves herself enough. She is a girl that is self assertive, believes and respects herself too. Yet sometimes she could pretend to be innocent to those who do not know her personally. I believe that she has quiet a short temper but manageable, she is a girl that is yet sweet to others and also been taught never to be rude to others. She never lets anger control her; she is able to show kindness, caring, honesty and respect to them. And she always gives her best in all that she does.

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