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Please, remember me When the sun meets the sea When the tree blossoms out again I'll be beside all that And if you taste the earth below, And if you chew that blade of grass And if you lick that dust on the floor You'll find they taste like my skin You'll find they taste like my skin You woman - and I'll be gone You cold pan - rusting along A blown fist with no face to hit Cause I'll be gone since so long Cause I'll be gone since so long From Letras Mania