When I have fears, as Keats had fears of the moment I'll cease to be
I console myself with vanished years
Remembered laughter, remembered tears and the peace of the changing sea.
When I feel sad, as Keats felt sad that my life is so nearly done
It gives me comfort to dwell upon
Remembered friends who are dead and gone and the jokes we had and the fun
How happy they are I cannot know but happy I am who loved them so.
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