Remember Thee! Remember Thee!, por Lord Byron

Lord Byron

Remember Thee! Remember Thee!

Remember thee! remember thee!

Till Lethe quench life’s burning stream

Remorse and shame shall cling to thee,

And haunt thee like a feverish dream!

Remember thee! Aye, doubt it not.

Thy husband too shall think of thee:

By neither shalt thou be forgot,

Thou false to him, thou fiend to me!

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