Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there I did not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am a diamond glince of snow
I am the sunlight on the ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn's rain
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there I did not die...
2 comments:
Here's an alternative obituary for you:
1. Here lies the most beautiful, athletic, fine mannered, sweeetheart of our times.
2. Next to that is the grave of Aditi, the drunk scallywag.
@ the asshole above me : GFY
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