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For those who loved and lost another. |
| Can you hear my voice? My voice is the breeze That soft quiet hum That awakens the autumn leaves Do you see the stars? They are my eyes In the quiet, gentle night Up there in the sky Do you feel the rain? That is my design On a crisp autumn day In the sunlight I shine Do you smell the leaves? That is my soft breath In the evening of the day In the quiet hands of death Can you taste the sap? That is my sweet skin I slide down the trees In the natural form I come in So, do not stand at my gravestone and cry For I am right there, for I did not die. |