Please, think of me, often,
When you’re all alone,
As I’ll think of you, dear,
Now that you have gone.
Please, think of me, often,
Especially at night,
When I’ll long to hold you
In my arms so tight.
Please, think of me, often,
And each time you do,
Rest sure in the knowledge
I’m thinking of you.
Feb. 20, 1991
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