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Disclaimer: I Did Not Make This Poem Up
Do not stand by my grave and forever weep.
I am not there I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints in the snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle Autumns rain.
When you awake in the morning hush.
I am the swift up lifting rush.
Of quite birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shin at night.
Do not stand by my grave and forever cry.
I am not there I did not die
R.I.P Eddie Guerrero
