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Do Not Stand At My Grave And WeepDon't stand at my grave and weep; / I am not there. I do not sleep. / I am a thousand winds that blo
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May 6, 2015
Broken ViolinShe plays her skin like a violin / Armed with a shiny metal bow. / She moves back and forth, tone de
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May 6, 2015
Drifting On The SurfacesShe wears a little gown, / her body feels so cold. / Soaked up by the water, / like the stories- unt
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May 6, 2015
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