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Do not stand at my grave and forever weep.
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle outumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and forever cry.
I am not there.
I did not die.
A poem for Eddie Guerrero
Kieryn
tasmania
Mood:
at school bord shitless
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Oh,that sucks
Anthony ☼CougZ☼04:04 PM AEST