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Death
by Theodora Colt Flynn |
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When
I die |
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I
shall reach my hands to heaven |
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and flow up out of my body
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I
shall wait by the dead one moment |
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then cover my body with autumn leaves
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I
shall wander through fall and winter |
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and pause a moment in spring
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And
there I shall lay myself down in a field of daisies |
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and whisper this song to myself,
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I am part of the earth
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I am the earth
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And daisies are growing up out of my heart ...
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