Will you?

So when you'll remember me, forty years down the lane,
Will you be able to picture me without much pain?
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Will you remember me just as a pretty dress and well kempt shoes?
Or you'll remember that July night we danced on the muddy road like fools?
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Will you paint a quaint, dainty picture?
Or call me the devil and angel's troublesome mixture?
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Will you tell the fables of all the songs we sang under the June sunlight?
Or just give away a smile whenever that coffee shop comes to sight?
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Will I be the morning bagel you casually grab,
Or the old Sheryl Crow record that I know you have.
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Will I be a part of the countryside memories you brought,
Or your each day's silent last thought?
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So when you'll remember me, forty years down the lane,
Will you be able to picture me without much pain?