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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