| Thinking of Lance |
| Special thanks to Jeremy Adkison (Friend of David Sebastian) for finding these |
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| Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autum rain. When you wake from your sleep in the morning's hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush. Of quiet birds in circling height, I am the soft starlight at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die |
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