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The smell of rain The touch of your hands on my waist The simple things Remind me what it's like to love again Forget me Forget me not Would you still love me When I'm old and gone to pot? Wonder how old I'll be When you'll stop loving me? Will you still think of me As your lovely When we're 83? You're so sweet to me Your smile makes me happy And I cherish the Tiny moments and memories Our laughs and jokes In between kisses Would you still love me If I lose all my richеs? Wonder what we'll do When wе're old and blue And the memories ain't so new Will you still be true When we're 92? And I worry If I'll still have you by my side When we're 90 Don't want to lose you to time But guess what, you're stuck with me 'Cause I love you, you see And we are meant to be 'Till we join the sea