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Jan 2010
Do not cry for me when I am gone into the dark.
Do not sing songs for me when I pass from this place.
Do not make speeches when I shuffle the mortal coil.

Weep for me, weep for me and show me that your hearts
are sad, not just your minds and your ego.
James Nealon
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James Nealon  Western New York
(Western New York)   
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