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Cat #260: Spider perusing Millie espying Rocca ogling Sasha observing Cleo eyeing Lenny scrutinizing... |
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 autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.
Rest In Peace, Spider
1999-2017
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