Now that yesterday's pages have been turned, br Rustling, fluttering, br Flown far away br Now that those people have gone, far away br Voices have faded and destiny with sure fingers br Has traced other routes, other paths br Forget me. br br The years have traced lines on faces, br Has touched with grey dark hair; br But the souvenir of those far-off places br Are the memories that are left to share. br br Often I had wondered, some paths I could not tread br If I dreamt; sometimes the voices were so real br More real than the people I passed on the street br More real to me than the cold, the blazing heat. br Forget me. br br Now the year has passed onto spring. br The trees have won back their leaves. br Roses bloom; the rivers swell with rain br Forget me, I cannot bear to remain your eternal pain.