Now I am gone, please do not weep,
For I have simply gone to sleep.
Just smell the sea from on the coast,
For it is what I wanted most.
Just listen to a lowing cow,
And remember I am happy now.
Just watch the sun come up at dawn,
For all my troubles now are gone.
Just feel the wind whip through your hair,
For up above I still am there.
Just taste the cold and wet of snow,
For from your heart I'll never go.
Though I am gone, please do not cry,
For in memories I will never truly die.
*Author's note: inspiration taken from "Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep" by Mary Elizabeth Frye (1932)*
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Into the Depths of Despair
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