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Indy Feb 2018
Why do you stand at my grave and weep,
Why do you lay flowers there every week?
I am not there. I never sleep.

Don't act as if you shall never see me,
I am still with thee.
God wanted me now,
God set me free.
Do no think of me as gone, I am with you still. In a new dawn.

— The End —